Collins's eyes flicked towards Raylan's wrists where he was tied down. The man's legs were in much the same fashion though he had left the man the dignity of his fancy boots whereas if his first priority was to torture he would have stripped them. The lawman's chest was lightly fashioned as well but not enough to chafe, just keep motion to a minimum. That was mostly out of habit.

"You have somethin' worth offerin', bull?" It may or may not have been about the drink.