"I reckon gunslingers and gamblers the world over would agree to disagree on that one." These are self-serving professions and Doc has been told, on multiple occasions and in no uncertain terms, how selfish and cowardly he is. He ducks his head a little, not enough to hide his smile, but enough to pop his hat off and turn it towards Malcolm.

"Ain't hiding nothing there, I promise. See?" Raylan's is empty too, if he cares to look. "If I had an idea it would die of loneliness." That's a Southernism for calling oneself stupid. Doc so rarely hesitates to slide a self-depreciating comment in here and there.