They're both looking up at him with faces so practicedly innocent that he knows immediately it's nothing actually dangerous, just something they don't want him to know yet, and he sighs and puts his briefcase down and turns around to take his jacket off.

He can hear the scuffling of movement, a low whisper he can't catch, but there's a reflection in the window that lets him see Neal slide something into a box on the side of the table.

He'd be lying if he said he didn't want to know, but they'll have so much more fun if he doesn't.