Truthfully, he hadn't planned on coming to the island for this specific purpose. As much work as he would pull off, impressing a girl he liked, this happened to be a lucky coincidence for the most part. But as soon as they had made landfall, he remembered just what the island was used for to kick off Black Powder week, and he kept his lip buttoned and focused on the gold. If everything went well, the date would be executed without a hitch. Though he didn't expect the showing to be that loud and dazzling, even privvy to the knowledge they were at ground zero. Neil grabbed his mug of vodka and drained the last of it, leaning back onto the couch as he did so, placing the mug down on the floor and groaning. 

"I might have done the leg work on the food but, that gold is from pure teamwork, Em." He grinned, winking. His sat up, close to her. His arm now behind the back of the couch, face near enough to Emmaline to feel the sweet alcoholic scent wafting on him. Behind him, the river looked laden with gold itself. Idly his finger began to play with her golden tresses, trying to keep his lustful thoughts at heel for just a bit longer. 

"Plus I don't tend to find girls that will fuck up the establishment even more than I do." He admitted with a chuckle, seeing her eyes on him. "That's the kind of girl that deserves a good time..."