The bed hadn't been broken in yet; he still had work to do. He was still ready and needy himself, half on auto-pilot and having half forgotten that he'd issued some rules for the moment. It was hard to be anything else with Malcolm's hands and fingers propping and pressing against him. There would never be any not wanting Malcolm, not after all this.

Whatever Raylan had to wrestle with himself, he'd do in daylight like always, after the fact.

"Huh?" he asked with a little pinch of his brow before realizing what Malcolm meant and breaking with smile. "Oh, yeah, I suppose it is."

Pulling back and turning on his hip to sit, he tugged the drawer open and got out the new bottle that Malcolm had put in there with a grin as he looked over. "What if I said I wanted you to try out your restraints for something other than night terrors?"