"Are the two of you really going to turn the Grey Gull into a saloon? I suppose bartendin' might teach you some manners," Doc muses with a crooked smile. There would have to be some rules or Raylan would have to drag his drunk ass out and throw him out with the trash every night.

Pursing his lips and nodding a few times in the dark, Doc indicates with a grunt that he had heard of Tom Petty and the Eagles and he approves, even though Raylan can't see him nodding.

"No. I had a walk around when I first saw the place, but. Wouldn't know what to look for. Maybe you have to take me there sometime." Making plans after they get out, like it's assumed there will be an 'after'. It's helping to calm his nerves and settle him. Even if Raylan is planning on messing with him with Nicki Minaj or something horrendous.

"Been a while since someone has taken me out." For a date, he means, not out back and getting shot.