Raylan took to a lean against the closet counter, one hand propped to help support his weight as he watched Tim move around.

"Whatever gets your rocks off, I suppose." Everything had worked fine so far in every house, but he couldn't begrudge Tim checking. The plate was glanced at again, lips pulling into a line with a hum.

"I'm fine." He had eaten, though he couldn't remember when. Somehow, the pasta was.. inedible. "But I wouldn't say no to a drink, if you're in the sharin' mood. Since you've taken it up again."