Finally he managed to work a quick spin into his dance moves, cause he wanted to see who he was dealing with--and okay, not bad, a couple of years older than him but in terrific physical shape, tall and broadshouldered with muscles that looked really fucking expensive, like his personal trainer had him doing reps with gold bars.

How I love Ray, and this story, and you, but abject devotion is just so humiliating, so I'll be quiet now and talk about the story.

You totally had me fooled thinking Ray was on the make when... hey what do you know it's for a case. Nicely done. I love Fraser in this too because even in a stressful situation like this, he's still himself, all be it a little uncomfortable.

And this struck me as so true....
It took him all of three minutes to find Fraser. Turned out it was easy to find Fraser in a gay club--all you had to do was head for the thickest part of the crowd, where the guys were crammed together, pushing and shoving like it was a mosh pit and Benton Fraser was the band.

So word limit shmird limit... Well done!