[ Yeah, it's getting to him. Not for obvious reasons--at least not for reasons that are obvious to him, personally. But he's mentally looping back to being drugged, to Peter being taken along with him, to the violence and ruined or nearly-ruined lives of the past nine months, all of it with a man he admired at its center. A man who's currently out of reach and has custody of two of the people that matter most to Neal in the world.

Put simply, he is Stressed. And he doesn't have anything constructive to redirect himself toward. ]

Ah. Right, of course. Can't beat the classics.

[ Then he turns a proper glare on Gabe, dropping the pretense of friendliness. ] When I play games, at least all parties walk away alive. Violence is as unnecessary as it is uncreative, but I wouldn't expect someone like you to realize there are other options.

[ Deep breath.

Okay, maybe that was not all aimed at Gabe. He's just going to... pretend it was. And hope he doesn't die in the next thirty seconds. ]