Neal actually laughs at that, probably the first time he's been inspired to such lengths since coming to this town, in fact. He crosses his arms, but there's an ease to the motion, nothing defensive to be seen.

"Oh, absolutely," he agrees, far more amused than a person admitting as much should be. He's pretty good in the boxing ring, he's excellent at fencing, he's even a crack shot with a gun, but at the end of the day, Neal Caffrey is much more a lover than a fighter. "You'll catch me running and hiding before spoiling for any kind of fight. I do employ a little muscle, though," he points out mysteriously. "Just in case." Of course, employ is not the right word here, but that's really not the point.