Raleigh doesn't have a lot of patience for many words. HE communicates with Mako a lot through the Drift and when they aren't Drifting, there's still that weird hangover that sometimes allows him to feel things, see things that he really doesn't have a lot of business being privy too. It leaves him uncomfortable a lot of times, and more often than not it leaves him mad, sitting in his room by himself with his goddamn dick in his hand.

At least he locks the door.

"You son of a bitch."

That's the only words that Herc's gonna get before Raleigh's fist cracks into his jaw.