Malcolm Bright

"That isn't quite what happened last night," Malcolm quipped with a tilt of his head before turning to the oven and taking the aluminum tray of pancakes and sausages out, setting it on the counter in front of Raylan's plate. "Have as much as you want," he assured the Marshal. "I won't have any."

He poured two cups of coffee and set one in front of Raylan.

"The only text I got this morning was from my sister. She said 'if you're not up to what mom thinks you're up to, you should be: he's hot.'"

He took a sip of coffee, watching Raylan over the top of his cup.