Shit. He hears the grind of Neal's shoes on the half graveled dirt and the stride behind them before he heard the call. Neal was spoiling for a fight. Well, he was going to have to fight for his fight.

"I'm too tired to fuck anyone Neal," he started with a sigh as he kept his lazy amble, refusing to give the younger man a hook on his tone alone. "But when that changes, I'm sure to let you know so you can set out a check in book or somethin'." Something to parade around, waving wildly. "Unless you'd rather just go full Scarlet letter. Sorry I don't have my hat or I'd suggest puttin' it there."