You felt him slam his hand down on your shoulder and gave it a tight squeeze as he spoke, malice slathered on his voice "You and I both know that you're going to hand that over to me now, right?" He spoke in reference to the handful of bills in your grip as he gripped your shoulder tighter to the point you were sure he was bruising you. You conceded after a few moments and handed him the wad of cash with a sneer on your face. For being the top member of the FOXHOUND unit, you hadn't expected him to be cruel. The D.A.D.T in effect currently meant that you weren't supposed to disclose your sexuality if you were gay, no mentioning same sex couples either. Though the same applied back to others, they weren't supposed to investigate or ask anyone if they suspected someone wasn't heterosexual

Frank seemed eager to exploit this seeing as how you'd worked up the courage to tell him a few weeks prior that you had a crush on him, thereby breaking the D.A.D.T. Now, you were under threat of dishonorable discharge if he came forward. Instead, he'd taken up the hobby of blackmailing you and exploiting his leverage on you almost daily in forms of taking cash, food or general teasing. Frank didn't consider himself altruistic and he had little weighing on his conscious in terms of guilt he felt for his blackmailing of you. In all honesty, he couldn't care less what gave you a hard on, he was doing this more for the purpose of simply just having leverage on someone "I'll make sure to put it to good use." He reassured with a snide smile as he put his hands in his pockets, the cash with it.