"Does he like 'em any better when they are expected?" The question was asked under a smartass lift of one eyebrow. He doubted the answer would be yes.

"Nah, I wouldn't wanta put you out." He glanced over at the couch. "Doesn't much look like a couch that's the type for sleepin' on. More like sipping port or something." It was purely Southern Politeness - you never accepted those kinds of invitations on the first offer. The truth of it was that Raylan would have liked to stay, but that was something friends with a capital F did and Raylan wasn't sure if he counted as a guy who'd only met Malcolm a few times.

Yes, it was slightly hypocritical, but you can take it up with the South.