"Is that a promise?" He asks Raylan, eyebrows arched enough to give no room left to doubt the suggestive turn of that question. A smirk spreads wide and sly across his face at that last remark. "Oh yeah? You and John have need for handcuffs, huh? Didn't know you were friends like that." All in jest, but....

The awkward mic-drop moment seems to have washed over and Malcolm is just....candidly explaining everything in that impeccable oversharer kind of way he has about him that is more endearing than off-putting. HAs been, really, since they met. "Ohhh, ow." He hisses. He props his chin in his hand and leans in Malcolm's direction. "Oh, honey, you sorely mistaken how lost I get in the throes of things happening in the bedroom."