He rolled a shoulder, making a joke of the macabre subject with a pull of his smile. "I like breakin' a mold or three, what can I say. One day you'll have to tell me what Paella is." That sounded a little too cultured for such a man as him.

"I've already dodged that bullet," he conceded, not unaware of his own situation. "If one of 'em were gonna kill me, they woulda already done it.." He sounded ambivalent. Raylan was anything but that. Rather, he'd prefer to not talk about his relationship issues anymore tonight, unless it was talking about his relationship with Henry somehow. He doubted that was really on the books.

"That was brought up to me the day that I was diggin' them but I figured I could keep them up. And if I don't, shit," he scoffed with a shake of his head and a lift of his glass. "I'll dig three more. Might as well make it my new career here. I can backfill the other ones because we put the dirt just on the tree line. Dirt's too valuable to try and get rid of. Maybe you'll help me with those and we can work off some of our drinkin'."