It wasn't just for help and wasn't just to keep him from getting his gun. Suddenly, Raylan has to wonder if Collins decided to cop a feel while he was hauling the Marshal in, and does the math for just how many times Collins has touched him while he was awake. Four times, four touches so far. The invasion of space, the hot breath against his ear that had long since cooled but he still felt anyway, he couldn't argue that there was, in fact, sexual tension.

He tilts his head the other way a little, only glancing at Collins half straddle of his leg before he was back to watching the man's face.

"Trade you a rope for an answer." Look, he had to try, and Collins had tied him up pretty damned thoroughly. "Were you carryin' this much rope?" He glances around, like he might catch the sight of a bag or something.