"We work for the civil government, chasin' down bad people. Sometimes that's fugitives, or prisoners in need of transfer. Sometimes that's chasin' a hillbilly into a swamp and draggin' him from gators. Broad job." He was a Justice Man. Good news is that Justice Man knew where the food in the kitchen was and how to put it together in ways that weren't guaranteed to kill someone.

"A what-" Rhetorical question, considering the way Raylan's head pulled back with a little shake as he worked through that, hazel eyes narrowing with it all before he huffed out an incredulous laugh and emptied his glass in one swallow. If it wasn't for Quinten Coldwater, he'd be a lot less prepared for hearing all this.

He waves a hand- "Wait a minute. He fights dragons? A giant man. With horns. Fights Dragons." Raylan poured himself another drink as he continued. "Dragons, in your world, are.. real. Like real actual dragons. Like Big ass, fire breathing gold hoarding dragons. Different colors? And not having them is a.. a bad thing?"