Malcolm Bright

"But I've kissed a man before." He paused and leaned forward slightly. "Is this a game or a contest?" he clarified, then turned to grab a couple of crystal tumblers out of the cupboard.

He put them on the island and took a breath, running a hand through his hair. What was he doing? Oh yeah. Scotch. He turned again to grab the bottle off the counter and poured about two fingers in each glass. Instead of sliding it across the counter to Raylan, he walked around the counter and set it in his hands.

From possibly slightly closer than he would have set it there earlier that day.