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Raylan looked at Malcolm from under his eyebrows, face curled and lined in amusement. Not quite, indeed. He hummed a note, finding himself growing more comfortable with his eating without Malcolm eating too, enough so that he had no problem helping himself to what Malcolm had definitely ordered.

The recount of Ainsley's text made Raylan crook a grin. "Well I'm glad to have her approval I suppose," he said with a half laugh in his words as he cut into his food, off hand pulling the coffee closer. "I suppose it's none of my business what you tell them but.." The glance he gave Malcolm had hope of Malcolm's modesty in it.

"I think they can be spared the details, hmm?" He knew Malcolm wasn't the type to give sordid details and smirked at him over a bite.