Raylan keeps his hand extended another moment before letting it drop. He eyes Harry, then Mouse, and nods slowly. "I believe you. Stupid thing to lie about, really, and I've seen enough to know that I've got no clue about what's real and what's fiction."

He resettles his hat and checks his ale bottle to make sure it's empty. It's good stuff. Be a shame to waste it. "I would still like that list of names, though."