[A smart man doesn't look a gift horse in the mouth, he throws a saddle on it and rides. Chances like this, nearly unfettered access to what Raylan assumed was, at least, largely the truth as Will interpreted it, were rare enough that he wasn't going to pass up the opportunity.

Love. Raylan couldn't help but feel like his own situation was personally being singled out with the statement, like the Universe was taking swing after swing at him.

Terrifying to think though, what a crazed love like he was hearing be described could do.]

Playin' the long game. [Raylan comments, mostly to himself as he kept his eyes on Will.] But you've solved that now, haven't you. [His chin lifted.] You said taking down the dragon wasn't a tidy thing but Hannibal and the Dragon aren't the same. You deal with one, then go after the other?

.. Sounds like one hellva night.