"So was I." Neal smiled crookedly. "You people know more about me than even Peter does, at this point."

He made a softly amused sound, scraping the celery to one side of the board now that it was properly cut. "I wonder what he'd think about that."

Neal set the knife down, turning to look at Malcolm. "I mean it. If... I know you've known Raylan and Doc longer, but if you want to talk to someone who isn't a cowboy..."

He shrugged.