Malcolm Bright

There was no way for Raylan to not notice Malcolm's face and it softened the quiet intensity in his eyes and the tightness around his lips, letting the Marshal pull a soft, reassuring curl of his expression, resisting the urge to pat Malcolm on the thigh.

"Amazingly, I am," he said, pulling a crooked smile as he finally shut the car door and turned the car engine over. "You got any good places near Hell's Kitchen?"