Peter. Great. Some kind of super agent that dragged Neal in and, God forbid, seems to have made him like it. Just great. Arthur fairly bounced his head off the wall.

For a brief moment he had the panic that Neal cared enough for this agent's approval that this was a set up. His hand went to his bag, making himself stop. Neal wouldn't turn him in. He couldn't imagine it, even if they had never been close.