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?"

When Elizabeth opens the door and sees the two of them on the porch, she laughs and laughs and laughs.

“It’s not that funny,” Peter mutters – Neal silently disagrees. It is definitely that funny.

“How long have you been together?”

“Oh, just a few months,” Neal says, turning the full force of his smile on his neighbor. “But we’ve known each other for years and years. We met – sparks flew; he chased me, I chased him a little back. Then we were separated for three years, and just barely managed to stay in touch. But a few months ago, he brought me out of a really bad place, and we’ve been together ever since. It was meant to be,” Neal concludes, and he can feel Peter rolling his eyes behind Neal’s back.

“You are not going undercover as a woman,” says Peter, firmly.

“I’ve done it before,” Neal wheedles, pulling a picture out of his wallet and dropping it on the table in front of Peter.

Peter leans over to get a good look at the face in the headshot and does a double take.

“Holy crap!”

“Hot, right?” Neal asks, lowering his eyes modestly.

“No,” Peter snaps, his mind on other things. He looks back down at the photo and amends, “Yes. I mean, no! But that’s not the point.”

"Okay," Peter says, and there's a rasp in his voice. "Repeat after me: theft is not foreplay."

Peter didn't get an MBA from a top business school and then join the securities fraud division of the FBI without a healthy appreciation for irony.

Neal Caffrey being his partner amuses him probably much more than it actually should. Hopefully no one notices.