Oh he could picture himself getting great pleasure out of killing Negan, but Doc's just going to be polite about it and forgo mentioning that. From where he's standing it all sounds like semantics to him. All different ways of dressing up blood on your hands but blood is blood. It stains just the same.

"I just hope I can live up to your expectations," he muses quietly before taking a sip of tea. Malcolm is right, it doesn't really suit him, but he's content with the hot drink nonetheless.