That swallow, that flex. For a fleeting moment, that simple movement took up all of Raylan's focus. Lips parted he let out a soft, slow breath, his eyes tracing the vein he could see, faintly beneath the skin. It took every ounce of effort he had to hold himself back for that single moment. His entire world was that single swallow and Tim's pulse.

But those words dragged him back to the real world, and he remembered how irritated he was. Lips pressed firmly together, he lifted his chin, looking Tim in the eye. That distraction had fled completely, now he was focused. Intently. On how Tim was avoiding the question. "Just answer the damn question, Gutterson." He planted both hands on his hips. "Did they give you their blood or not."