"Mm, no, you're just terribly inspiring," he said with a chuckle as he brushes his nose against James's before he met the corner kiss with a hum and a lift of his chin to welcome James in so he could brush his fingers over the man's ear and neck. He'd done well. Raylan couldn't help but feel a little bit of pride over that praise, a warmth in his chest that he knew well from his baseball days, when his team won, when his coach put him out front.

"Good," he said with a heavy braeth and a nod before leaning over to kiss James's head. "You go lay down in bed, unless you think you've got the strength to do it. Let me take care of you. I know how much strain it puts on a shoulder tryin' to reach back there to clean smear."

He wanted to take care of James, to let him rest, to make the rest of his night nothing but lingering in the pleasure that Raylan hoped was vibrating through him.

"I promise whiskey and everythin'."