The headbutt was easy enough to avoid with a pull back of his head, hair wild, hat lost somewhere to the left as Raylan finally got a chance to say anything back.

"Fucking stop it, Neal. Stop. Malcolm is not an appetizer or some Thursday roll in the goddamned hay and I am not in a different bed with each one of them on some rotating fuck schedule. I've slept with Tim twice and it's not going to happen again until I tell Malcolm because he deserves to know. I get you don't understand and don't agree with me, but I am trying to do the right thing." There were no pleas, not in the face of anger or violence, or the bloom of a bruise that he could already feel starting in his jaw.