Malcolm Bright

Raylan nodded, curling his lips faintly. He wasn't ready to ask about anything as complicated as gender; the return questions would be easily answered and still leave a disquiet in him.

"I imagine that plenty have thought they could.. fix you somehow." Just like Ava and Winona and the bartender he'd stayed with for a while had. "Seems to be a problem with taking us for how and what we are.."

"I think I'm about ready for that scotch," he admitted.