Another quiet chuckle rumbles out from next to Raylan before he feels a warm palm rubbing over the back of his hand, pushing it back down onto the bed. He wouldn't claim to have just been joking, to dismiss how he feels and Raylan's response (or offer?) that way. But he would still pretend to be fine. Doc's casual, effortless flirting masks all manner of insecurities and while he seems comfortable enough lying there, there is still enough inhibition there to hold him back from venturing where he hasn't ventured in a hundred and thirty odd years. It has been a long time and while he has mellowed out considerably, he is wary of getting the kind of drunk he needs to be to just go for it. Used to be he would go for it in other ways, putting Kate through the kind of heated argumentative hell no woman should have to put up with. He doesn't trust himself to have outgrown that anger and violence enough to just drink his inhibitions away.

"You are one gullible man, Raylan Givens. Imagine if I had asked for a kiss goodnight." He drums his fingertips against Raylan's knuckles before pulling his hand back.