Yeah, because that's something normal that people can do. Raylan gawks at him openly over his shoulder, only looking ahead because he trips over something that reminds him that yes, he does in fact have to mind where the Hell he is going.

"I'm gonna have to check my eyebrows later. My shorts too," he admitted gruffly; a tone that did not match the rest of his anything.

"You better. I don't mind magic, all that shit I'll never be able to do, but damned if I don't like a good show. If I had my gun, I could give you one in return, but Mathis robbed me 'a that too." And he fucking hated it, even if, pragmatically speaking, it was probably for the best.