"Peter, I ... I swear, I didn't mean for this to happen..."

Peter slowly closes in, the back of his knuckles brushing against Neal's cheek, as he muses, "Didn't mean for what to happen? For a priceless artifact that never should have left FBI custody to end up destroyed ... or for you to finally have my complete and undivided attention?"

Neal flinches slightly, but the way his breath hitches in his throat at Peter's touch is a tell, and Peter smiles, knowing. "Because you've certainly managed to accomplish both."