Raylan seemed to just sort of shut down for a moment. Not the blank stare sort of involuntary shut down. But a forced shut down. His lips screwed tightly together and he bowed his head, glaring intently at a spot on the floor near Tim's feet. The look he got when he knew he was going to say something he really shouldn't.

Slowly, he lifted his head, lips still a thin, pale line. He still needed a moment, forcing out a hard breath through his nose.

"Cause if even half this shit got out, do you know what the hell kinda mess you'd have to deal with?" He took a slow step back toward Tim. "You want every nut job out there claimin' 'vampires made me do it' and not bein' able to disprove it?"