Malcolm Bright

He got mostly done before he realised that he hadn't brought in his sleep pants, despite the earlier hour and resigned himself to slipping back into his jeans and carefully putting the suit back onto its hanger. With his shirt unbuttoned and his boots in hand, Raylan came back out, bouncing his eyebrows slightly in confirmation to the expectant gaze he expected to get.

"Your mother has a frighteningly good eye," he conceded as he stepped out to drop his boots and drape the garment bag over the back of Malcolm's couch. "It fit like a glove."