Malcolm brought the food in and started setting it out on the table, pausing as he glanced up and noticed Raylan had gotten... somewhat dressed. Not getting dressed had been his idea. Malcolm had made him feel the need to put his armour back on.

He'd started enough discomfort for one night; Malcolm did not point it out. He resumed setting the food out and slipped into one of the chairs, prying the lid off his bowl of soup, watching Raylan to see if he'd sit.