"So what you're saying," Malcolm surmised as he opened the door, holding it for Raylan, "is that there's, like, a combination lock of offering someone hospitality." He paused. "Wow, was it weird when I stayed at your dad's place on the first go, then? Was that a big faux pas?" And before Raylan could even get to that answer. "Why would anyone offer hospitality if they didn't want you to take them up on it?"