[ Roman watches the other carefully, taking things in. The tight breath from his nose, how he's pacing, too. Maybe they're more similar than they originally thought. He thinks for a moment--really thinks, visibly mulling what the other's saying for a moment. Leans on his knees from where he's sitting on top the cheap motel coffee table. ]

Do you know how many people are fucking each other on this barge? It's an honest question, before you start. I'm actually being serious.

[ It feels weird to say that, but he keeps his gaze on Raylan. ]