What Raylan was asking was a lot, for some reason. A reason he was very curious about but that question would have to hold for a few minutes as he let Dorian talk, eyebrows lifting a little at the offer and taking in the small cues that everyone inevitably gave, the trembling of Dorian's hand, where his words showed his inclination to jump into in front of the proverbial bullet.

Raylan wasn't sorry but he also didn't feel like he had Dorian fully on that hook yet.

He knew he'd owe Dorian for this, even without understanding the full berth of subject, but whatever the cost he had to pay, he felt it was worth it. Mathis had tormented in a new way, mentally, but he could withstand most of it. He had to, being the kind of man that was unable to give up.

"If it doesn't work or if it makes things worse, we won't do it again," he promised. "We're hedgin' a lotta different bets here, but what we learn outta it is gonna be invaluable. I know you're scared about pokin' that particular bear but we can't do nothing." With a deep breath, Raylan detailed out the dream he'd had, from the suits down to the unbothered way everyone went around it.

"It felt like it was normal for them. No sacred words, no incantations, just.. Gin and Juice."