"It was a little about the couch," Raylan admitted with a one sided bob of his head. "For a guy as sharp as you, I'd have thought you'd have picked up on more of the manners in the South. Trust me, it isn't a reflection on you," he assured, one eye half squinted before he drained the rest of his glass.

"Come on, let's go before both Gil and Art convene together to jointly frown in disapproval."