Raylan stayed where he was but there was a half tension in his frame, like he felt like he might have to get up and stop Malcolm from going off a short cliff. Maybe.

"Well shit," he swore. "Guess shootin' him for information is out of the question." Malcolm would have to guess how serious Raylan was about that. He took a deep breath before rocking to his feet anyway, one hand propped on the counter.

"We can leave you outta this, you know. If we have to. Find someone else to talk to him with me." Because if it turned out to be right, Raylan knew his ass would end up in the cell, questioning his suspects accomplice.