"I can't say I really understand why her mother gets to have an opinion on our relationship, but okay," Malcolm replied. He looked at Raylan's plate. "I shouldn't have said anything at dinner. I've eaten more than you have." He gestured to his plate with his fork. "And it's good," he assured him, if eating a good ten bites or so wasn't assurance enough. And he ate another for good measure. Then he looked at Raylan. "I'd be willing to bet you a hundred dollars that she tries to have sex with you," Malcolm said plainly. "And that, when you turn her down, she suggests you're sick or broken in some way."