Normally he's fine being dropped out of place and out of time, like this house. He has accepted that eternal longevity comes with an inevitable amount of learning new things and having to be open to new experiences. Better to be adapting to a cushy new place than nothing ever changing.

"Well I don't think I could afford you, but. I'd be happy to make something simple sometime. No strings attached." Because while he would just go with the flow if one thing happened to lead to another, he's not actually serious about taking the Marshal or anyone else to bed, even if the shameless flirting comes second nature to him. And also simply because he would hate to make dinner an awkward affair.

As he gets to the second floor, he stops by where Malcolm has set up shop, just checking in on him briefly. He doesn't expect the troubled man to be bleeding out of six new holes in the last fifteen minutes or so they've been apart but Doc has shaken his head at John, Daisy, Claire, even Five - there's a disproportionately high number of injury-prone folks in this town.