He snorts at the commentary about a scientific study. He's probably not wrong, there really do seem to be studies for everything any more. "I was on the streets at eighteen, that was definitely not my prime." he shakes his head.

Klaus doesn't think too hard about that look, other than the fact that it worked for him. Honestly, if he didn't know Malcolm was so into him (even if Raylan had let him down easy), he might be more brazen about things with the cowboy, but it felt wrong with Malcolm's feelings taken into account. So instead, he leaves it nice and harmless, playful with no real intent behind any of it.

"I'm sure you can sort it out yourself." he chuckles softly.

He nods, "Yeah, shoot." he glances over at him, curious what he felt the need to brace with a question before the real one. "Oh, uh-" He nods, eyes dropping down to the ground beneath their feet. "Got a few..." he can't stop one hand trailing up to his neck, sliding his fingers over the scarred skin there. He shudders at the memory.