"Sure," Roman says, but his voice is light enough that it's easy to tell it's nothing beyond a few little scraps--wrestling with his sister when they disagree, getting into a few scraps when he was younger because someone wanted to play with his toy, that sort of thing. He's used to goading people, not actually swinging.

Roman takes a deep breath but that hurts like hell. After a wince and a hissing inhale, he speaks again.

"I don't give a shit what everyone says about me--I'm the best and I know I'm the best--but, uh, Kendall, he... uh..." He pulls a face. It's hard to look Raylan in the eye.

"He's... He's not as okay as he thinks he is. And I think Seed knows that now."

And it's Roman's fucking fault.