[If there's one thing he can learn from all of this, it's that villains really do like to monologue and that this guy really does like to talk. A lot. But Ray listens, he has to listen in case he misses something important in it all. It's all about self preservation and balancing that out with his usual cockiness. He's starting to realise his smugness isn't going to get him many places, not when there's threats of debts and finger breaking and other typical mafia lines that he really doesn't doubt are true. He's in the back of a limo, gunless and at the whim of some higher up in the mob, you can bet he's concerned for his own safety.
So maybe he should do as he's told, which is why he's finally reaching up towards the assist handle above the limo door and clipping the other cuff onto it, rolling his eyes as he does so and then snapping his gaze to Armando with an obvious 'happy now?' look on his features.
He won't be doing any more pouncing and punching. Not yet. There's still far too much risk involved in it especially now that he's got the possibility of finding the Mountie he came in search for just by cooperation. He doesn't doubt that stupid actions from him could result in the death of himself and the guy he's come to aid.]
Okay, sure, give me a glass, I'll take it.
[Of all the things to be drinking in the back of a limo, he gets stuck with butter milk. Limos in the movies always have champagne and martinis and plenty of hot chicks to go with it all. But whatever, he'll take what he can get right now.]
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So maybe he should do as he's told, which is why he's finally reaching up towards the assist handle above the limo door and clipping the other cuff onto it, rolling his eyes as he does so and then snapping his gaze to Armando with an obvious 'happy now?' look on his features.
He won't be doing any more pouncing and punching. Not yet. There's still far too much risk involved in it especially now that he's got the possibility of finding the Mountie he came in search for just by cooperation. He doesn't doubt that stupid actions from him could result in the death of himself and the guy he's come to aid.]
Okay, sure, give me a glass, I'll take it.
[Of all the things to be drinking in the back of a limo, he gets stuck with butter milk. Limos in the movies always have champagne and martinis and plenty of hot chicks to go with it all. But whatever, he'll take what he can get right now.]
You got anything a little stronger than milk?