Raylan scoffs and turns around to stride back to the counter. "If we're doin' that, the bottle is comin' with us until someone has to drag my ass back up out of there."

Bottle in hand, he could stride more confidently towards the door with a long glance towards the bedroom where James was laid out.

"You think he'll be okay?" His quips about Roman playing ball could wait until they were out of the door; it'd make a good conversation to get them up to the enclosure. If Raylan were honest, he was a little lifted by Roman's suggest, by the fact that Roman would come bat with him at all in the first place.