He has a soft spot for Marshals it seems. Dick measuring contests over shared skills seem to be coming easy to him. He'd say these might be skills they share over common interests because, well. It's not a sport to him. He doesn't shoot for fun and games, he shoots to kill. He doesn't always admit to himself that he likes killing, though. It sounds better as a necessity. And he's not sure how the Marshal feels about the subject, to boot.

"She's a big old house to be alone in," Doc observes from the outside, pausing to survey the quaint if slightly weathered exterior.

"Should be plenty of room to be brewing. If you'd like to set up here."