Ah. There it was. Hit his mark even without a firearm in his hand. The gentle knock of their knees told Raylan a lot too - he had made an impression, some kind of difference, in the frightfully short time he had been paired with and generally around Collins. The Irishman had done all this to avoid Raylan's greeting being the discharge of his firearm in Collins direction.

"I know." He nods a little with the answer, still steadily studying Collins face, up from his perspective.

"How's about let's start with you untyin' my hands. I'll pour you a drink."