Deep down, Raylan was a romantic. It was always doomed, one way or the other - a thought he squarely kept inside his own head with the biases he was aware created them - but it was still nice to hear there were others. And what else would Bigby be, to be captured by one woman for god knows how many years. He didn't discredit the span of time he'd been made to understand.

He can't help but huff something akin to a chuckle at the last, bouncing his eyebrows once as he speaks.

"I think that one's probably about 50/50. Belated congratulations then on your parenthood..." His head tilts a little as he thinks of something, eyeing Bigby sidelong like he wasn't sure how the man would react to the question.

"I was gonna make a comment about the complexities between a son and his daddy but - Don't suppose you had a father, did ya?"