His smiled pulled as he popped another bite into his mouth, warmth curling up in his chest. He liked all of it; the soft way Malcolm's eyes turned when he said it, the way he was fiddling with the robe belt, the way it felt like Malcolm didn't want to be outside of arms length. A sentiment he wholly agreed with.

The steak was finished in short order and Raylan drained his glass again before looking over with a pull of his lips.

"I hope I get to see you eat more than that tomorrow," he started with a little nod at Malcolm's soup. "We're not allowed to argue before supper anymore."

Pushing his chair back, Raylan stood up and held a hand out to Malcolm. They had a big bed to take advantage of before their privacy was stunted by the most beautiful little girl.