"Oooo careful now Marshal. I do believe such confessions can and will be used against you." Doc finishes the drink in his glass without refilling it, holding onto the bottle as he leans forward and moves to stand.

"That can be arranged. I can get Mister Caffrey going anywhere I want in two minutes." Ten seconds if he doesn't mind compromising his own dignity, of which he doesn't have much left anymore anyway, but he would say the sweetest things and give Neal some time to gather his things at least. He won't mind, just for one night.

Ambling towards the stairs, Doc pauses and glances over his shoulder towards the kitchen. No one else loitering. Okay to joke around a little more loudly.

"I shall see you in one minute fifty-five." Doc lifts the bottle of moonshine he is holding hostage as he starts up the stairs. "Don't leave me hanging, I charge by the minute."