The hay floats down his front and sticks to that tan duster, and Doc runs a hand through his hair before he turns and shakes the edge of his coat off. Of course, if this puts him directly in her path...

"S'a pretty long list," he says, looking down at her.

And then he tips his head down.

"Y'wouldn't mind cleanin' up the mess you made, now would you?"

He means the bits of leaf and sweet hay in his hair. In reality, he just wants her closer to him so that he can steal a kiss, but he'll get to that part.