"If you chose to be," Ganymede repeated gently. "But you don't. Everyone on this earth is capable of terrible things, Raylan, you now that as much as I do. But it takes intent to do it." He fully believed that, as much as he fully believed the man he was laying on naked and already injured was not, in any stretch of the imagination, one of those people inclined to actually be terrible.

"I know you think I'm a terrible idealist saying all this. But I don't think you'd make the choice." He'd bet an awful lot of money, and other things, on that decision, and Ganymede stood by it. "Look at me, love."

He waited until Raylan looked at him, and stretched out to kiss him, lips soft and disguising the nip from his teeth on Raylan's bottom lip. "I like you holding me like this."