Raylan let out a low whistle after the first comment, but the second made him look over at Malcolm like he was an alien.

"You're fucking kidding me." He didn't swear like that often, but somehow, it felt appropriate here. Raylan shook his head once as he looked back. "Bet that cost you a pretty penny and then some."

Finally, he took a shallow sip of the scotch, smacking his lips with an furrow of surprised approval at it's smoothness.