"Malcolm?" Neal says the name with the uncertainty of someone who's just realizing that he knows this guy on a different level than he thought.

"What the hell is this guy talking about, Caffrey?" Keller sneers a little, glancing at Neal with raised eyebrows before he gives Malcolm a once-over. "'With him.' Since when are you with anyone?"

Neal reasserts himself between Keller and Malcolm, heartbeat railing against his throat. "Please, Keller, let him go. Don't do it this way, not this time."

"This time. You okay, Neal? Hit your head a little too hard on the way out that window?"