Doc just shrugged, quickly working his way down to the core of the apple. Once he finished it, he tossed the core to land with a skid on the table, picked up his mug of tea, and wound his free arm around her waist to snuggle her a little closer.
For all that he was violently opposed to any sort of emotional intimacy, he was incredibly affectionate - he fell into it without any effort, was as natural with it as he was easy with a smile. The lines between the two were indecipherable and paper thin, and luck be with her if she tried to figure them all out.
"Whatever you like," he said, thoroughly unconcerned with whatever might or might not work out with Sam. He'd offered for her sake, not for Sam's, and wouldn't fret himself over not being able to fake an apology. So he just blew on his tea a moment, tried it and found it still too hot, and dipped his chin to press a kiss to her temple. "Of course," he said, his voice turning teasing and reluctant, "that would mean you'd have to get dressed, and leave the apartment. Which are two things I'd rather not have you do right now," he chuckled. "But I will suffer if I must," he added, a picture of humility as he batted dark lashes at her.