[ Okay, so the ex-wife was called Stella, that made a lot of sense. Though it was still odd being called Fraser so adamantly. Didn't this guy call him by his first name at all? Was this some kind of weird...weird American thing? No. No other Americans he'd met had insisted on calling him...

Tennant? Where had Tennant come from? He really was crazy, wasn't he?

Shaking his head, he leaned slightly in toward Ray, listening to the question.

And then just staring.

And staring.

Frozen face, curled into a disbelieving smile, which widened suddenly, shockingly, all pinprick eyes and a shake of his ruffled hair. ]

Ha!

A pet half wolf, you really had me there. Really, Ray-- [ And his tone was admonishing. ] --It's really a very simple game, I don't see what you're finding so hard to understand about the rules. I'm supposed to be the one who's inebriated beyond all reason.

[ Reassuringly (probably the opposite, really, considering his sharp exclamation and the now a little bit crazy look in his eyes, and oh hey how about how this was totally weird) Fraser rubbed Ray's knee - or his thigh to be more exact - before drawing his hand back, clasping his hot cup of coffee with both. ]

Why don't you try that again, and this time please try and get me to drink, won't you? Half wolf indeed.