God he wanted a drink. The soothing comfort of a warm burn would be perfect right now. He saw the expression change on Collins face, the air of detachment that Collins like to take that made other people wonder if what came before it was genuine or not - but Raylan's gut said the face he was currently looking at was the mask. The lie of it all, likely in the name of self protection.

And how often had he done that himself.

"You pull some bullshit, I end up comin' after you, any case that might be made gets ruined right out if anyone finds out about us 'playin' games' together." Raylan didn't much care for that kind of vocabulary; they were adults and he was of the mind they should call a screw a screw, but it was hardly the most important thing right now.

"I'd like to think you gettin' off that boat means that maybe you aren't keen to take your normal well beaten path." Collins would prove him right or wrong either way, but Raylan didn't have enough information himself to guess which way the Irishman would go.

"Then again, I am strapped down to a chair currently."