Malcolm Bright

Raylan grinned, guessing at what was happening under the table, as he cut into his steak. He'd collect Malcolm once he was done with his.

"His couch is very uncomfortable to sleep on," Raylan said, levity creasing his face again as he maintained enough grace to not glance at Malcolm. "But his scotch makes up for it." The mention of something more innocent than sleeping places allowed him to do just that, glancing at Malcolm with a curl of his smile behind a chew.