He may refrain from defiling the hat, but Raylan could lay good odds that Tim would come up with some way to sweep him off his feet. Literally even. But that would be something for later down the road. For the moment they were still in Mathias, with all its bullshit and they were both going to need to survive and get back home.

Shifting his feet to fit himself in towards Raylan's body language, the sniper frowned with a pensive expression.

"Has Mathias ever fucked with the food or drink on you guys before?" He hadn't heard any stories of people going all mad dog after eating a can of beans, but it was possible he hadn't asked the right questions yet.