"I just figured we'd be here a while," he points out, cracking a small smile. Also, he's been dry a hundred and thirty years. That's a lot of drunk nights to be making up for.

Stepping inside, Doc sets the chair down near the entrance since the place looks to be very well furnished, modern in a way that Doc has never seen with hanging lights and dropped ceilings. He looks a little bewildered, brows furrowed as he studies the recessed lights. Like stars hanging in plasterboard.

He almost takes the hanging light in the entranceway out with his hat and he steps back, sidestepping the lampshade as grabs his bag from Raylan's chair seat and takes a couple of steps inside.

"In that case. Your place or mine?" he flirt-jokes as he flashes Raylan a lopsided smirk over his shoulder before heading towards the stairs. There'll be time enough later to explore the quirks of the house. He's just going to leave his bag in the first unoccupied bedroom he comes across and... figure the rest out from there.