Only way to have the first sip was hot, in his opinion, but at home, he didn't drink so early in the morning normally. Nothing about Mathis allowed for normality; he was startin' to really understand that. It wasn't going to kill him to bend a little. There was no living well here, not like he tried to do at home.

"Hey now, that fog had intent to disorient in ways fog doesn't do that. Snow doesn't have that same gut feelin'." Both literal and metaphorical.

But his question was it's own subterfuge - No, Raylan wasn't expecting a different kind of response but it gave him a few more seconds to stall before comin' out with it. "You wanna talk about your fight with John?"