Malcolm Bright

"Right here, management's door is always open," he declared as he soaped up Malcolm's back, hands coming around his waist to start moving up his stomach and chest, suds following Raylan's paths. "And I can tell you we've got a limited stock that can only go out to one buyer at a time, so you better act fast," he teased before dropping into a low squat to run his hands up and down Malcolm's legs one at a time.

He took this very seriously.