It was as good as saying yes, especially to someone of Raylan's experience. It wasn't just that - it was also the way that Jeff bounced back into the ultra-perky that Raylan was sure swept some people up into a river of their own belief. He knew the power of a smile, of a smooth line and redirection. He used it often enough himself.

"Under mattresses and taped to the bottom of desk drawers sounds about right for Teenage shit.. Real innocent like teenage shit.. But we're lookin' for.. anything salacious. Hell, I'd give someone's left nut for one sense that anyone in this town had a vice. A bottle of cookin' sherry, a pill bottle, a needle, weed of any kind."

Yes, he was listing on purpose. He wanted to see what made Jeff twitch.

"I mean, we're knockin' on walls and floors, at this point."