"I've been rolling up my cuffs so far," Malcolm said, glancing down his jeans at his rolled up cuffs. He gave Raylan a cheeky look at his guess. "Actually, I own jeans that fit and several pairs of sweatpants and a bunch of t-shirts, mostly in earth tones, and some sweaters," he clarified. He looked at Raylan. "I can handle flannel. Nobody here gets to choose their style."