Malcolm let himself be gathered quite happily, resting his cheek on Raylan's shoulder, tracing a pattern across his chest with one hand.

His fingers liked to be doing something.

He nodded his answer to the question, which Raylan probably felt more than saw.

"One cup. Before yoga." He angled his head up to look at Raylan's face. "Are you going to mention my involvement in your report about yesterday's arrest?"