The wrist closest to Ganymede was relinquished to settle on his leg as the Marshal drove, smirking at the start of Ganymede's first statement, but it fell a little at the promise that he expected to hear something about Raylan's shooting. It wasn't something he generally talked about with anyone except his whiskey bottle.

Ganymede's voice was always soothing though and Raylan let his ears indulge, smiling again at the soft tease and glancing over.

"More than if you're well behaved for it." He takes and lets a deep breath out of his nose. "You wanna tell me how you found yourself cut and held hostage? We know they weren't tryin' to rob the bar, all four hundred and somethin' that was left in the til. So what were they after?"