"Now that just ain't fair, your hands all tucked in there like that..."

That's perfectly logical reasoning.

Doc shifts his hands and pushes the edges of her coat open just a bit as he slips his hands to her sides beneath that fabric, and he settles his hands there, still light, but much warmer, now.

"That, however, is more like it."

There's a hint of a spark in his eyes, what with her arms looped around his neck like so. He bites gently at his lower lip, pondering something with his eyes as he searches out her face. Just thinking, not moving just yet.