Malcolm Bright

"Yes, our good Marshal here," though the title was pushed out of Quarles's teeth, "Thought it prudent to fuck up my business."

"Yeah well, fuck the Dixie Mafia too - Untie the kid."

Quarles spread his hands out, bloodied knife in one, putting on an innocent face. "I'm only trying to save him, Marshal. Don't you know what this world does to children? Or what they do to it?" Crystal blue eyes turned to Malcolm, as though he had an ally. "It will eat him if he's not made to be used to it." Then back to Raylan as though they were talking about grass seed. "Like skinning your knee!"