He arches a playful eyebrow at her.

"And what would you say if I told you that this outlaw likes his hair long durin' the winter, hmm?"

Doc moves his hands to rest gently at either side of her waist, on top of that coat (though he wants to slip them under that coat so bad he can hardly stand it) and his touch light as a feather.

"It ain't like I'm t'tying it back, yet."