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The Marshal slid steely and yet still somehow quietly amused look over to the good Doctor. He would have thought Martin aware of those rules, as sharp as he was, but Raylan wasn't looking to push Martin.. Not like that, anyway.

It seemed wiser to not confirm anything regarding Malcolm's mother, so he opted not to. Glamourous wolverine was a very apt description though. How would Martin feel about the two men before them being at a Gala, dressed by and at her invitation?

"It's your choice, Martin. Like I said, we're not interested in you - no charges, no follow ups. We're just lookin for a little help. Malcolm here thought you might be inclined, but if you're not.." Raylan shrugged, entirely with his face and moved towards the door, one hand crooking and lifting to knock on the window. If Martin changed his mind before Raylan's knuckle hit the window, Raylan wouldn't knock, but that was the game of it, wasn't it.