Malcolm took a sip of scotch and considered the question while looking down into the glass, then he looked up at Raylan.

"He'll treat you like you're an accessory to me. Secondary. Pushing your buttons will be a game that he'll play for fun and because it's potentially useful in pushing my buttons. He sees me... as his creation. Something he made and, as such, an extension of his ego. The only reason he's desperate to maintain a connection to me is because any... cleverness or success or victory is something he can claim as his own triumph. If he does give us anything that helps us catch Quarles, he'll treat it as a favour. He's helping with our case because he's a wonderful person who just wants to help." He leveled a flat look at Raylan. "He is not a wonderful person."