There was no hesitation in the way Raylan's hand turns over to spread his fingers and capture Ben's, entwining them together with a soft squeeze. He was stunned, brow softly furrowed and mind stuck on 'The Trojan War'. He didn't even know how long ago that was, without looking it up.

"So you're Greek?" The words were out of his mouth before he could help it and he felt immediately stupid for it. It didn't matter what Ben was, even if Raylan was asking out a curiosity about the man himself.

"Alright so you're - Immortal? What happens if you do catch a bullet in an unlucky place? I know you bleed, I can see the damage but-" How did that translate out?