He didn't know how to talk about it, really, and he was an old dog that didn't much care for new tricks. He also didn't want to accidentally get any of his mess all over Malcolm and have a misunderstanding. It didn't have much to do with Malcolm personally, beyond the magic the smaller man wielded in getting Raylan to crack himself open now and then.

"Findin' the right words are hard. I don't want you thinkin' it has anythin' because of you." And because he was a little worried about it getting thrown back at him. "I'm workin' through it. It wasn't terrible," he admitted. "And I quite liked the way you moved."