Neil only heard snippets, but he had no doubts she performed the deed well. Even stressed and half frightened, she was an impeccable actress. As she scampered into the coach, Neil pulled her close, still wrapped up in his cloak. He held her protectively, still a bit freaked out himself but mostly worried about her. He decided he would make the rest of the night worthy of forgetting the earlier bits of the evening. He grabbed the top of the cloak and gently pulled it back, exposing her soft golden waves of hair. 

"There's my little liar," He said, his voice husky and low in pitch. He twirled a lock of her hair in his finger. "Making trouble where she goes, yeah?" 

"Where to now, sir?!" The coachmen yelled in his rural vernacular. Neil was going to tip him generously, if for nothing else than quick, quiet service. 

"Take the lady and I to the river by the docks, mein Herr." Neil called back, eyes not leaving Emmaline's. "We'll walk the veranda and you can take the rest of the night off." 

The minutes rolled by as the coach teetered and tottered amongst the stone work, Neil teasing Emmaline and giving her small kisses, strong hands grabbing her just gently enough to keep her wanting more. At first it was to distract her of her fears, but soon he found it was a good way for him to do the same, and he almost didn't want to get out of the coach when the fellow halted and opened the door. Neil took his cloak back, if for no reason than to hide what had woken up below the belt. Even with that, he helped her down like a gentleman, hand outstretched and head bowed. 

The coachman received three gold krowns as a bonus, laughing with glee and bidding the two farewell as they walked into the misty night, toward the boat that would bring them over to Aver Island and what had now become 'home' once more. Once they were alone, Neil knelt down and sweeped Emmaline off her feet. Once she collected herself, she saw a flower between his teeth as if he had simply willed one to appear. 

"Nice dinner, fine clothes, condemning blasphemers to torture by witch hunters? Good date, right?" He asked her, eyebrows wiggling. "Not that it's done yet."