Raylan scoffed at the answer, the chuckle behind it apparent. There was no way to make this just a joking matter anymore, not with the way he could still feel Henry's weight and grip and almost furiously needy kiss. It scared the hell out of him, how easily it had wrapped and whipped everything in him up. It scared the hell of him that he wanted more, to feel it unfettered by their situation. There was nothing monstrous about Henry and Raylan doesn't believe they'd be where they were with it if the man didn't want to be loved and held and worried over. The latter was true, regardless of anything else anyway.

Wasn't that what they all wanted, no matter the fronts they hoisted to the rest of the world?

"Yeah, but I bet it only comes easy after you burn some of that fire out," he replied, a smile quirking in the dark. Road they were on, if they could stay on it, Raylan intended on finding out. Raylan had gentle. Tended towards gentle. But Henry wasn't wrong. Not a lot of people would risk getting rough with him. Henry, apparently, wasn't any of that sort.

"Shuddup." But the smile had turned into a grin that seeped into the word and Raylan stopped his pacing to focus up where he knew the hatch was. Right. Their doom and peril. Of course that meant he had to focus on the fact that their survival depended on either the New Yorkers finding them or them finding a way out through the tunnels.

"Assumin' they come lookin' for us.. We do have a good bit of debris from this ladder. Might not hold weight but It should throw fine, right?" He'd prefer the first option, if God was taking requests today.