"Not currently? Do you wear them sometimes?" Neal quipped, and okay, the mental images of that were just...hilarious. His gaze was cloudy from the drugs but he wasn't completely out of it. The thought of trouble wasn't a bad one - but only some trouble, since he had a respectable job and didn't want to be helping wayward youth if he was going to be a giant hypocrite.
But, you know, he'd taught Henry a few tricks of the trade. Not like he could ever really get away from it.
"Trouble is my middle name, it seems," he wheezed a laugh, leaning back against the pillows, eyes still halfway closed. "I'm sure it'd be some good trouble we'd get up to."