Neal squinted, a painkiller-fueled lazy gaze, to match the lopsided grin on his face. "Don't get your panties in a twist, I won't touch your car. But if you ever need any locks picked or anything else that your reputation wouldn't allow you to dirty your one remaining hand with..." Well, Jas may have been teasing, but Neal meant it. He was good for the dirty work, if necessary.
Sure, that was a whole lifestyle he'd given up - and he didn't plan to go back to it, since he was making an honest living and on the straight and narrow, but if a friend needed something? Not like he'd say no.