Just as the body fell, Neil holstered his pistol and all but rushed forward, care in his normally impish eyes. He stepped over the fallen man's still warm corpse and checked Emmaline for any signs of damage, gently stroking her cheek where there was a small welt. He was glad she wasn't harmed any other way, and the youth breathed easier. He wanted to kiss her, but it was a tricky thing. A woman who had like as not been molested might have lost her comfort in any sort of intimate contact. He doubted Emmaline was privvy to that, but he wanted to make sure. 

"Baby, are you ok?" He asked her, and when she nodded he began to untie her as gently and quickly as he could, letting her get the feeling back in her wrists and ankles, standing awkwardly but patiently. Upstairs, a man still groaned and smoke was in the air. Truth be told, there like as not was a small fire in the corner. They were in no danger at the moment, but if they remained they might very well be. 

"So..." he started, smiling guiltily and holding up the sack of two hundred krowns. "Want to go on a third date? Whenever a new girlfriend of mine gets kidnapped, I make a habit of paying the tab."