Malcolm Bright

The chuckle that escaped him slipped into another throat groan of approval as he kept moving. "Can't let you forget me when you go back to New York, right?" he breathed. "Gotta compete against a whole city of pretty faces that get to be there."

It was surprisingly accurate, the words that slipped out. Raylan was a confident guy but part of him worried that New York and all it's beautiful, different faces, coupled with the longer periods of time away from each other, Raylan wanted to press himself into Malcolm's memory however and as much as he could.