Malcolm Bright

"Uh-huh," Raylan said, one eye squinting in playful doubt as Malcolm continued and leaned back against him, lazily hooking Malcolm's last two fingers with his own.

"You know they don't have to be the same right? I like complementary. Maybe a darker metal with a thin band of somethin' pretty? I don't know how embellished you like your jewelry." He lifted his right hand, taking Malcolm's lightly with it as he looked at the horseshoe ring. "Though I think my normal tastes might be a little too simple."