There was plenty that Raylan wasn't saying. Like how hungry he was getting. How this argument wasn't helping at all. How every single beat of Tim's heart was driving him mad. How he couldn't stop thinking of what it felt like when they'd been pressed against each other in bed...

But it was more that he was refusing to admit to any of that to himself, than not wanting to tell Tim. There might have been a detail or two he'd not told about Boyd or vampires in general. But right now, sorting out what he'd told from what he hadn't was getting rather difficult. Thought in general was breaking down. This conversation just needed to be done. He needed to be somewhere less open.

"I could ask you the same thing," he said, a sharp edge to his tone, his gaze dipping to those marks on Tim's neck. Then something shifted in him. A door closing. A resignation. "I'll send a formal report." He moved to step around Tim so he could leave.