While Klaus got 'dressed', as much as it was, Raylan grabbed his coat with a word to those gathered in the living room that he and Klaus were stepping out for a minute. The paranoia that something would happen too them was too strong for Raylan to not let people know but once that was covered, he met Klaus at the backdoor.

Ignore the cup in his hand that may or may not be spiked coffee.

Once they stepped outside, Raylan picked their conversation back up. "I'm forty three. Nearly a decade, close enough to count. How old did you think I was?" An interesting question and not one that he asked.. well, most anyone. Unless they were young and flirting with him.