"US Marshal. I wake up in the mornin' hopin' to be the asshole to ruin an asshole's day," he assured with a coy little curl of his features. No, Raylan enjoyed his job. Maybe a little too much.

"But I'll take the privilege of what it is." That was to say, he understood that he had gotten a better hand, from a few perspectives.

"I got the phone answered and after sticking my head a few feet out the front door, stayed my ass inside. Glad I did too. Someone's gotta be around to bury the poor bastards that got caught up in it." Whatever mirth had been in his face had vanished at the start of that part of the conversation. It wasn't something he toyed around with - it was serious business. "And since I didn't come across you dead, I'm guessin' you did somethin' similar?"