That was the risk taken when trapped down in a hole in the dead of winter, it seemed. Comfort. What a terrible thing to endure while they were surrounded by such damp, inhospitable horrors. Well. At least no one topside had to know that they were so easily undone by a bad ladder and a trap door.

"Maybe just a few," he admitted as Doc's fingers found his. He hadn't expected the touch on his hand, or the pull but he was honestly surprised by the boldness of the guidance and his head ducked down a little with an uneseen smile as he let Doc do as he would.

The roll of his head was felt and mapped out in Raylan's head as he chuckled at the question, squeezing Doc's ass and letting his hand run a few inches up the back of his thigh before coming back down and around Doc's hips to settle a hand across the furthest one as Raylan took a chance and bent down to press a not so chaste kiss against Doc's neck.

"I think I can handle whatever you dish out, cowboy."

There were.. minimal strings with Malcolm but no one asked and he wouldn't tell. The selective attachment of strings left room for other possibilities. Like this one. Something he'd wanted since.. he wasn't sure when. Somewhere along the way, their drinking sessions had become for something more than just drinking and talking. Raylan wasn't sure when, exactly, the idea had set in but it didn't matter. It was there and had been for at least a week and a half.

"Government pays fairly decent now and the perks aren't bad," he joked huskily. "Might even pay for a few bottles on top. Not that anyone's got enough for what you're worth."