Raylan being around as much would not give Malcolm much additional peace of mind, beyond knowing he wasn't out getting himself get killed. It was a catch .22. But he planned on being in the rest of the night, so it was a moot point either way.

"I don't know who told you I was a gentleman, but I think they mighta lied," he replied with an innocent pull of his face. "The accent does a lotta the heavy liftin' for me; I can't help what people think."

No, he let people think what they would and just smiled his charming smile at them like he didn't know any better at all. It was the best defensive measure, some days. "Somehow, I get a feelin' you know what that's like too."

He glanced into his coffee cup. "How much longer you plannin' on freezing out here? My coffee's already startin' to join ya."