The promenade wasn't bustling, but the crowd wasn't small either. The night still had life in it, which suited Neil just fine. Oftentimes, a plethora of people did well for thieving. It put people at ease and made a good excuse to try and go off alone, or to meld into the crowd itself. Most of the crowd was the old blood of Nuln, tracing their lineage back at least two centuries, he'd heard. To his surprise, he did see a few wealthy Kislevites and what he thought were a few rieklanders. 

Neil escorted Emmaline with a hook arm down the street, eyeing one another and whispering about the manor, noticing the grounds and the street around it. Like most imperial buildings, it was built for defense, even in the middle of the rich section of Nuln. No windows were on the lower floor, all the doors were thick oak and reinforced with iron. Luckily, it was easy enough for Neil to climb up to the second floor window. The arch above the front door (and the side door) was wide enough to simply stand on. That, and there was a locked cellar leading under the manor was just to the structure's right. 

Emmaline's new coat tickled him when he went to suggest either of those two options, and when he did he saw the gold lust in her eyes, bedecked in the furs. Without warning, stopping by the next house, Neil grabbed her and planted a passionate kiss on her, grabbing her blonde head and taking what taste he wanted from her, and then went. "Let's go in, and after this we'll finish what I just started."