"Oh, shut up," Roman rolls his eyes, unable to take the compliment. "I actually give a shit, that's all this is. And it's not like it's entirely altruistic. If you go off the deep end, I have to get another warden and I don't have time to learn someone else's neurosis in order to manipulate them."

He hesitates next, face scrunching up. Raylan needs some sort of outlet. Something to focus on. Roman's got that same issue, too. If he can just remember what Gerri told him...

"Have you tried masturbating every time you're stressed?" Not quite. "Works for me. Finding something not... this. Something ro focus your pretty little cowboy head on that has nothing to do with other people."