Grunting noncommittally, despite the almost fond tilt of his smile, he reached over and collected Malcolm's cup after he'd vanished from the room and shook his head a little as he married the cups together.

Excuse him while he enjoyed the coffee, listening to the sounds of life in a house that hadn't had it in a while before pushing to his feet and taking the last of the cup with him to get dressed himself.

By the time Malcolm came back downstairs, Raylan was pouring his travel mug full, hat and tie back into their appropriate places as he put the pot back on the burner and turned the machine off. He'd have to come back later to deal with the pot itself but he could handle whatever would grow in there in the meantime.