Malcolm Bright

Raylan's crooked smile spread as Malcolm moves around the kitchen, taking the knife when offered. It was really a shame that he didn't eat like normal people; Raylan could almost imagine him flitting around a kitchen cooking. He raised his eyebrows with an impressed little sound at the plate, eyeing Malcolm with an amused expression as he unwrapped the cutlery and started moving food onto the sturdier to cut on plate.

"I guess that makes sense. You don't get annoyed wrapping it back up after each visit?" He expected that Malcolm had plenty of company through such a sweet little loft. "No girlfriends to keep it unwrapped on a more permanent basis?"

Once the broccoli was off the tray, Raylan got off his stool to find the trash and throw it away before returning to his seat and starting to cut many a bite off his steak.