Neil wasn't quite as shaken up as Emmaline, but it was likely because it was a bit more surreal to him. He still didn't know quite what to make of it all, even if he did feel real fear in the house. Sigmar help him, he was glad Emmaline and he got out in one piece. Perhaps it was a sign by the gods for them to stop their thieving ways? He doubted that would happen even if it were true, but the possibility was one of many that popped into his head. 

"Hey, hey look at me," He whispered, cupping her cheek and sliding his hand into her hair, cradling the back of her head so she would turn to him. Luckily, neither of them had the mind to steal anything. For all he knew, any of their jewelry had the tainted warpstone on it. Then again, if it had, the Witch Hunter might have noticed them at dinner. "Emm, let's just take a second. That was just surprising, but I'd rather go back into a house of mutants and cultists than face a dozen charging orcs, but we survived that, right?" 

He placed his forehead against hers gently. "You know Witch Hunters better than I do. We can send an anonymous letter telling our friend at the restaurant that there is weird happenings going on at a certain location and he'll barrel right in and expose it. But worse comes to worse, we do lie for a living. You're still a Justicar if you want to be, and I promise it's not just to get you into the suit again." He gave a boyish smile and tickled her nose with his. "Whatever we decide, all it'll take is to lie or plant some evidence pointing there, and it'll be ousted in no time."