Raylan narrowed his eyes at her a little, not really believing the idea that there's just a band of motherfuckers running around in the forest chasing one lady. Not believing that Callisto didn't care, at least a fraction. Somewhere. Having seen exactly what Xena looked like, what it all looked like, he could understand a single-mindness, but he was having a hard time believing that Callisto ate, slept and shat Xena.

"Mm," came his reply, lips pressed briefly into a line. "You are, I 'am'," he correctly gently, like that was the point. It wasn't.

"Well, I realize that nothin' I say is going to change your mind on it." Maybe he'd planted seed enough. "You don't have to care about them to be a leader. Plenty of bad people are leaders, send their men out to die for them. You won't be alone in that at least."