Neal is so very tired of saying no.

Neal Caffrey can steal souls. Peter Burke has two shadows. Everything's normal...except when it isn't.

The Suit stands for law, social control and all the things Mozzie fundamentally opposes, but he's married to someone Mozzie likes and he's sleeping with one of Mozzie's best friends, so he should probably know that Kate's in New York again.

Peter glowers at him. "I knew, I knew this was a bad idea. I knew this was too risky."

"You went along with it, didn't you?"

"Believe me, I'm asking myself why right now!"

Neal flashes a grin. "Because you can't say no to me?"

"Tell me you didn't do it," Neal said.

"Oh, sweetie." Her smile goes wicked. "Seven years of Neal Caffrey's ghost hanging around our house, six months of the two of you living in each other's pockets, and you only now think to bring up the subject of jealousy?"

"He's, ha, just wait until you hear this." Peter wiped his mouth, largely so that he could use the pause for effect. "Neal Caffrey is a sensate."

Elizabeth, being faster and much more sensible than him -- God, she was amazing, how the hell had he landed this woman? -- bypassed most of the elaborate disbelief that Peter had worked through, and simply set her fork down next to her plate. "And a shielder?"

"Apparently."

"That's -- well." She tilted her head. "That's something. Unregistered, of course."

"No lens," he agreed.

Elizabeth isn't a jealous woman. She's been married to Peter for 10 years, and there's no doubt in her mind that he loves her just as much as he did on the night he proposed - nervous and sweating and with such a distinct lack of subtlety that she started laughing halfway through the second course at the fancy French (French) restaurant and told him to just ask her before he fainted.