Raylan had no response to that one aside from a worried downturn of his lips as his hands slipped around Malcolm's naked form under the robe.

"I guess so.. But she knows how much Willa means to me. And I know it means something to her." Winona cared if Raylan cared. The fact that she didn't question it seemed proof enough to him. Raylan wanted to believe they could do this without it getting ugly.

There was a knock at their door, snapping Raylan out of his thoughts. "Dinner." He looked back at Malcolm. "We were supposed to be celebrating." He sounded sorry for having introduced anything that diverted that.