"Well, a wooin' before dinner stirs the appetite, doesn't it?" The question was given with an utterly innocent look over a shit eating grin, something that Raylan managed quite easily. Somehow, the long suffering sigh was a victory.

Maybe Henry was walking around, talking shit about how well Raylan was willing to integrate, talking about his idea of what he thought Raylan's life was like, because he wanted the Marshal for himself. Raylan could find a way to be okay with that, especially in the face of Henry's face, eyes all soft around the edges and happy enough to hang out for an evening with the Marshal. Why would he fuck this up when it was so good?

He could handle a few more indirect lashes.

Raylan smiled into the kiss and broke it with a chuckle as a hand found it's way into his back pocket. It might have been an excuse to grab his ass but it made him feel young again. Well. Younger.

"Besides, I need to fuel up for my strength." He could almost hear the old joke coming.