"Mm, waste of your cable bill, in my opinion." Not that Raylan Givens had a cable bill to speak of himself. The rubbing was for warmth (and both their comfort) but the way Tim leaned it to made him smile as he leaned in himself, body on the edge of a shiver that was only held at bay by the scant bit of heat they were generating.

"Then you won't mind lettin' someone look at you so I can know that too, hmm? It'll take all of ten minutes and a few pokes and it'll make me feel better," he argued behind the growing current of his hair. He was going to need to get it cut soon or risk looking like the shaggy beach bum the he's always wanted to be, however sexy Tim found his wayward bangs.

Raylan hummed shortly anyway at the press of lips against him, head leaning into it little and chuckled, his hand moving to run over and around Tim's shoulder before settling for a minute on his upper arm. "Consider it penance for bein' a pain in your ass. Since mosta the time I came in, trouble was either waitin' or followin'."

He was sure the Lexington office wasn't nearly exciting without him there. It wasn't completely a compliment.