Neal raises his eyebrows, briefly, taken by surprise. That was nowhere remotely in the neighborhood of anything he thought Tim would ask.

But he gets it. He understands, instantly and all too well. Without missing a beat, he slides the (recently, illegally-acquired) watch from his wrist and offers it to Tim without preamble. “Please. A Rolex is so mid-1980s.”

His is an Audemars Piguet, lifted from a tourist on a yachting trip, and it would be worth an appalling six figures if he was interested in selling it.