Raylan pulled back but stayed on the bed til Malcolm was done unstrapping himself and smiled at the question. A more arrogant man might rub what he just did rather successfully in Jessica's face, but Raylan wasn't that kind of man.

"Can't promise I did it completely right, but it's better then what they serve at the office and probably won't kill ya." With a pat on Malcolm's leg, Raylan stood and ambled towards the island. "But Jessica made you some tea, so you've got options this morning."

His feelings would not be hurt if he had to drink a whole pot of coffee by himself; the two and half to three hours he'd gotten did not feel like enough.