Raylan huffed a laugh. "Are you kiddin' me? That's a constrained babysitter waitin' to happen. Sounds like the start of some comedy romance, actually." Not that he watched stuff like that but he'd had a wife, he'd been asked to sit through some things he might not have chosen himself.

But his smile fell into something a little more pained. "Kids never ask for the situations that they've been stuck in. Raised in. I can't blame 'em; it's not their fault. The system generally ain't kind so if I can keep 'em out of it for a little longer with a few pointed words or a few things to let slide. Not every crime is worth draggin' 'em in, ruinin' their life." He glanced over and let his smile spread a little. "I know too much about what that's like. So you don't have to worry about me.. shamin' you or having any opinions about where you come from, or how you were raised. That ain't your fault either."