"Unfortunately there's no buying anything here, or I'd hold you to that," he sniggers, finishing off his own drink in one quick, unflinching swallow.

Then he slides the bottle over the table. "Consider this your initiation present. Welcome to wardening, let yourself really come to terms with everything, and do try not to get murdered. You can pick what we drink the next time."

He knows how much that must all be to think about. He'd only gone better with it at the time because he's completely given up and just assumed everything was evil, and had been proven right. So he'll give Raylan a flirty little wink as he stands, Bertha flapping neatly back onto his shoulder, and he'll take his leave.