Malcolm had to pause at the 55 gallon drum remark. He was laughing too hard.

"I'm sorry," he said, burying his face in Raylan's chest, still laughing. "This isn't sexy, but I actually pictured the 55 gallon tub of lube in the corner of the bedroom." He looked up. "What do you do with something like that? Put a doily on top and call it a night stand?" he said, still laughing at the mental image.