Neil is still and quiet in the the wake of the words. There is a part of him--petty, angry, vengeful--that almost takes that joke seriously. Why shouldn't there be a conversation, so to speak, about casting choices? He's got experience in the role. He's been in more plays than anyone else auditioning.

But then--it's Gabriel. And he loves Gabriel, needs his happiness like he needs breathing. And as angry as he is that he lost out, he can't--he couldn't do that.

So he breathes a bit of a laugh and shakes his head. Leans down and kisses Harry's cheek. "You'll just have to come and watch me be a villain, I suppose."