Neal looks sidelong at the short man keeping pace with him, eyebrows going up. If there's one thing he's learned since his wayward youth, it's not to act dumb in the face of someone who's clearly part of the game unless you're in it to annoy them. This guy... He doesn't quite have a read on him yet. The clothes are cheap, as cheap as Neal's, inexpertly coordinated shades of "dark" without much adornment. The watch, though, is anything but cheap, and worn on the inside of his wrist.

It gives Neal an inkling, but he won't move on it yet.

He palms the earring lightly, letting it see the sun for a moment before it vanishes back into the pocket of his close-cut jeans. "You don't think it suits me?"