Malcolm held his gaze for a moment, then glanced at Raylan then down at the bedspread as he made his way, half crawling, down the bed.

"I'd like to do it again," he told them. He reached the end of the bed and found his footing. "That was the warmest I've ever slept."

Heading for the door, he paused and looked at them. "I'm not sorry for interrupting," he told them sincerely, then slipped out the door to go to his room.