There's a salute in agreement to talking to Raylan first before doing anything to Roman. He then raises his brows at the mention of his boots. There's a nod as he pushes away from the table to bend down and unlace everything before toeing them off and setting them aside under the table.

Then finally, when that question is made he pauses briefly, letting the warmth run up his throat a little and twist around in his stomach in exciting ways. He pushes down any of those dirty thoughts that spring up with it, throws the rest of the whiskey into his throat, and nods, rising up. He'll then shrug out of his jacket and throw it on the back of a chair.

"Need any help?" He'd made it to the chair, but could he make it back to the bed?