Neal considers the options, clearly delighted by Malcolm's trust. He decides on the seared Alaskan halibut for Malcolm (velouté on the side), and the roasted veal loin for himself. He looks out the window at the mountains, the slowly-fading day, feeling tugged toward some uncomfortable place he's not interested in going.

He shakes his head, pulling himself back to the present. "What do you want to do tonight?"