Raylan settled his hands on his hips, head bowed and lips pressed firmly together. He wanted to threaten that he could MAKE Tim talk. It would be easy. But the moment he even considered it, he could feel it. It wasn't like other types of control. Where it took obvious effort and blatant eye contact. In wa way he didn't quite understand, the connection was just there. Inviting him to take it up.

In becoming aware of it, he became aware of a few other things. The connection hadn't just been established. It was open and roaring. The source of the strange feeling at his throat. The discomfort elsewhere. Did Tim know it was there? Did he know what this could mean?

Rather than say anything, or even think about it directly, Raylan just moved to the chair. He plucked up his hat as he sat down, and settled it on his head. Leaning back, he made it very clear he was willing to wait as long as it took. "You talk," he said finally, "You get what you want."