He's tempted to ask what Raylan has had to deal with but maybe they can save those stories for their next drinking session. Holding the flask in his lap for now, Doc's eyes glaze over the walls in their vicinity and he scoffs over the song request. He doesn't even sing to himself in the bathroom despite its superior acoustics. Maybe the most he would do is hum a tune no one knows anymore.

"I do if you do," he half-jokes, half-challenges. He's not making an ass of himself if Raylan isn't volunteering and going first.