As soon as Neal lights up, Raylan is glad he asked. The stuff with Malcolm was heavy and called for drinking something harder than Neal's wine, and he wanted their kept company to be something more than them drinking their feelings and being frustrated and sad. Raylan pays astute attention, aside from grabbing his glass from the table so he could take a sip, free hand coming back to settle on Neal's legs.

"I should cook for you sometime. I can do beef. We'd have to get some and I'm sure it wouldn't be nearly as fancy as what you're probably used to, but.. I'd like it all the same. Havin' a dinner with you. How'd you come to knowin' so much about wine?"

Or, honestly, about any of the crafty con things that Neal knew, but it was always better to take things one question at a time and Raylan wanted to learn more about Neal's passions, what got him into art and safecracking.