“Aromatherapy,” he murmured, nuzzling at Raylan’s jawline before setting another kiss there. His fingers threaded through his hair again. “The scent of lavender has a documented calming effect.” He grinned there in Raylan’s space. “Kind of like you.” Hadn’t Malcolm been a jittery squirrel sorting his stash of winter nuts when Raylan arrived? Wasn’t he a melted puddle now?