After a bite, Raylan pitched the little nub of sausage at John's face.

"You know it's creepy as hell to hear that come out of your mouth right? And no gentleman walks up to a ladies room," he continued with a pull back of his head, a pinch of his whole ass face, like the idea was absurd as it was to him.

"Sides. If she wants to talk to me, she'll find me. No need for me to go botherin' people." Except John, that's the exception.