Neal slides the glass door shut with a little effort, re-locking it in a trice. "I want to come back and get another look at that ledger later."

He straightens up, flashing Raylan a winning smile as he hops the counter again. "Take Mathias on a second date."

He noticed Raylan's distraction, though. He noticed that look back toward the back of the shop. Neal looks that way himself, dusting his hands off with extra care for quiet that's more instinct than intention. "What is it?" he says, voice soft.