Malcolm Bright

Raylan coughed over his soup, apologizing softly as he wiped his mouth before finishing his drink in one go and gesturing at an attentive waiter for another.

"Not lucky enough, I'm afraid," he offered, not confident enough to say who he was here with. He didn't want to cause trouble and really, he and Malcolm were just colleagues. Did these piranhas even really care? But his quip was almost visibly swept under the rug with the tension between the women. God, was this what Malcolm had to deal with all the time? No wonder he was on meds, it was the only other path besides a heavy addiction of some kind.