Raylan's eyebrows lifted, head turning a little in surprised interest. Which was, apparently, prime bait for John to blast that damned light in his face again. In a place that didn't see a sun, it was hard to get Raylan on the wrong side of light in general but John was working on it.

"Then we'll stock up your wood bin too. C'mon," he directed with a jerk of his head and a grin he couldn't help.

"You weren't kiddin' about Louisiana, were ya? Do us both a favor, and don't bring that out again. Likely to die of old age out here, Louisiana speed." Oh, there was friendly shit to be talked but it was strange hearing that come out of John's face. "Can't see shit with this candle.. Who you got holed up with ya?"