"Likely the most honest thing I've said as well," Alan cheerily admits. Although he evinces none of Raylan's amusement, the bartender nevertheless presents Alan with what passes for scotch in what passes for a clean glass. Drink now in hand, Alan turns to make a meandering study of the man in the corner.

"Well, howdy." It's a sarcastic greeting, to be sure, but not in a way that's mean-spirited--he doesn't, for instance, stoop so low as to affect an accent.