"Is that so?" Of course he figured Givens didn't live right here in this motel room, but he hadn't given much thought as to where the marshal actually did live. He supposed he could be curious where that was.

Collins shifted his stance slightly so that one of his legs was on the outside of Givens's own. His gaze was on the point of contact he created with their knees again rather than the lawman's stare. His knee tapped idly against Raylan's knee in a slow rhythm. "And where is that then?"