Boyd's smile is smooth, barely changing as he watches Raylan all but glide across his bar floor and towards the back.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you were accusin' me of something." His voice is light, jovial as he follows him idly by. he has nothing to hide. Arlo's not there, after all. No one is, just Boyd by his lonesome. Devil's the one who's squirreled Arlo away.

"Am I correct in ascertaining that this ain't friendly chat with your old man?"