Helping as much as he could, Raylan hunkered down into the pillow and stared at Malcolm across the bed. He wasn't going to admit that he was warmed or enjoyed the hand rubbing up and down him but.. he did.

He thinks you want a bedwarmer. Funny how little things stuck in someone's craw, dropped there like a grain of sand not meant to help grind anything but his own stupid resolve to protect himself.

"How are you doin' after dinner? After.. all that." Klaus, the sex dungeon talk, all the rest. It had been a party, after all.