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Raylan tried to not look guilty as he sat back down, only half succeeding as he slid into his chair, somehow with a fresh scotch in his hand. He chose to ignore the exchange between siblings, reminding himself for the 15th time that night that they were colleagues.

Later, he would have to do some self examination, to see if he could see whatever it was that they saw to assume differently.

"They're offering what looks to be very nice things, but I'm afraid I don't have an adequate taste for it or the pockets deep enough. I'm satisfied enough with looking." Besides, he was already going home with who he wanted. "Are you here just to support your mother, or are you hoping to catch some juicy story here?"