Raylan hums as James settles into him, one hand securely set over the man's forearm, while the other rubs gently up and down the curve of his shoulder. As much weight as James needed to shift, Raylan was willing to take.

"Well, we do so happen to have the finest whiskey.. but I can only deliver it if we both promise to get some water down our gullet first." Another kiss was pressed into James's head.

"Think that's the first time I've done somethin' like that," he huffs. "Tyin' someone up for fun instead of work."