"You didn't," he assured, with a wholly true and convincing lift of eyebrows and directness of his gaze once it lifted up from his plate. "Only that I know how sharp your family is, and I've heard about siblings and Ainsley," so otherwise indicated by the gesture of his fork, "Is intuitive enough to circumvent your best attempts. Your mother anticipated last night before it happened, and your sister was easily on board. But I understand why you're going to attempt what you're going to."

Malcolm had a freedom that Raylan didn't, was all, and he was trying to be an unintrusive gentleman about it.

"I can't say anything to how you handle them. It's safer to ask about the food."