Well, that's all Neal needs to hear. He doesn't bother bringing glasses, never mind all the back-and-forth arguments in the Wine Community about the shape of the glass influencing the way a given vintage breathes. Wine already isn't Raylan's go-to; he's not going to push him further out of his comfort zone, however minor the nudge.

He knocks lightly on Raylan's door, two bottles in hand. Two flavor options, depending on the other man's preferences.