Neil wasn't a blusher, but his heart thudded through his chest and his cheeks reddened considerably from her praise and touch He wanted to say so many things, but he didn't. He had to keep it cool, or he would doubtlessly get embarrassed from his voice cracking or from some confession of something that even he couldn't guess. Neil had been a lot more worried about her than he let on. He took a moment, and then smoothed his unkempt hair and winked at her, squeezing her hand back. "I know just the place." He assured the woman. 

Of course, they had to clean up first. 

Neil wasn't going to leave Emmaline alone again, or at least not without making certain she was safe, but he gave her around forty krowns of the money and led her to the Kaufman district to go to a well known bathhouse and a tailor. The day was had not yet reached a late hour, but the air was growing cooler and the clouds grew more bold. No doubt by the time they put food in their bellies, it would be late afternoon. It would depend on the tailor, and that wasn't a hard garauntee. Neil knew the tailor 'Rogello' personally, helping him find some well needed coin last tax season when he had first arrived at Nuln. Neil believed the fifty-something, olive skinned man was Estalian, but Rogello's accent was hard to pinpoint and the tailor had never spoken of his home country. But Neil had seen his work first-hand. He was a master tailor, and though he hadn't been in Nuln long enough to have a large reputation, he had begun to be the talk of many noble circles with his garb-work. 

The door opened and the bell gave a cling to announce them. Rogello called in some foreign language, but soon appeared, his stoic expression turning bright. "Ah, friend Neil! Oh, and a lady friend eh?" 

Neil smiled widely, gently pushing Emmaline forward. "Rogello, I got a new customer for you! Make sure she gets a good bath and stitch together whatever she wants. If she wants to be a duchess, do it. If she wants to go Tilean, make it happen. Ind? Brettonian? Classicly Rieklandic? Make it happen, and fetch me that special outfit you stitched up for me. I'll leave you two to it." 

"Wait, what?" Emmaline asked. Rogello was already taking measurements behind her, eyes widening at his findings from her bust and hips. Rogello was always up for a challenge, at least. 

Neil cupped her cheeks and kissed her like she's never been kissed before, long and sweet. His tongue lightly slid over her teeth before he pulled away. "Trust me. I'll take you to dinner soon. I'll be right back," he told her, squeezing her hand again and walking out the door.