His hat fell victim to the momentum but him, being the delightfully smooth sport that he was, couldn't and wouldn't stop her from pulling them into a roll across the floor. If he didn't, he knew one of them was going to get hurt.

No, he hadn't done exactly this before, but he wasn't stiff enough to fuck it up. Raylan grunted as he hit the ground and groaned in protest once they'd stopped moving. He was an old injured man and his body was loudly reminding him of such things as he dropped his hands out to either side. Respectful was the name of the game and his palms weren't looking to linger.

"Jesus, 'Miss Kitty'. You sure your name ain't Lara Croft?"