This is unfortunately more difficult than it appears. The attempt to do so also brings him closer to Raguel, who takes his shoulder in the proverbial iron grip as the man plows into him. In this case, it's not so proverbial - if he squeezes much harder something will likely be dislocated.

"Goodness," he murmurs at Carson's ear, less than an inch away. "You could at least buy me dinner first."