That made an almost self-conscious laugh bubble out of Malcolm and he scooted closer, curling up there again, his near hand on Raylan's chest, even though the restraints made the angle a little weird and his other hand resting on the arm at his waist, because it could reach it.

"I'd rather not pop you in the face," he admitted, placing a little kiss on the tip of Raylan's nose. "I kind of like it the way it is."