Honestly, if Fraser had no idea it was such a big deal. If he found out, he would probably just be bewildered by it -- he'd probably even wave it off as an American thing. Americans were very odd about certain things, like tasting things and crossdressing.

He chuckled at the mention of the list. "I know. I believe you." Actually, Fraser was kind of impressed by his imagination. Most of his fantasies had been fairly standard; being with Ray at all was, until a few hours ago, so unrealistic that he'd hardly dared to imagine anything wilder. He tightened his grip on Ray's hand briefly, then let go to brush his fingers over Ray's cheek, down his jaw, revelling in the feel of the stubble beneath his fingertips.

Smiling a bit, he tipped his chin up to kiss him softly. "I think we should try every one," he said, quite seriously. Whatever Ray wanted. Anything Ray wanted, as long as this wasn't all a dream. Part of him was still having a hard time believing that.