His head bobbed, eyes casting back down to his lap at the mention of death. "I'm sorry to hear it." He wasn't going to ask for the details on that; they weren't drinking and it was still too early to start.

"But you're still young. What are you, thirty four? Plenty of time. Be it stealin' art or gettin' chased by pretty women for it." He assumed women because.. well, because of where he came from. Neal was a handsome man - no doubt a lotta people were after that.