"If you're keeping score, I'm pretty sure your face owes my fist one more," Ray hissed in Asher's ear, before continuing on in a monotone cop voice, reading him his rights.

When they reached the hallway, Ray gave him a few more shoves towards the IPD holding room door, reminding himself why they were here.

"Y'know, you got a lotta explaining to do." Keeping a hand on Asher's shoulder, Ray knocked open the door, revealing a table and a couple of chairs. "Now sit down!"