Neil had used as many layman's terms as he could to explain, mostly because he wasn't 100% certain how to explain it himself. He knew the gist, of course. The poison and the bleeding, along with a special transfusion during a limited amount of time to jump-start his system. He liked to think he had been a genius planner, but at the end of the day, he had friends in the right places, with the correct know-how and the correct blood that could help him come back from an extremely specific form of suicide. 

Neil explained all of this as they waited for the sandwiches he had ordered. The trenchers at this place were supposed to be well made. They had found themselves at one of the lesser, albeit charming places a few blocks away. The establishment was a smaller, local business called Griffon's Perch, which didn't comfort Neil because he saw a few statues of the majestic beasts framing various entryways, so he insisted they eat outside where he could see all would-be automatons. 

"Look, I know it's annoying, and I know it wasn't a big worry for you, but I kind of want to like...not be dead permanently for awhile?" He said with a helpless shrug. "So it was either do that or be gone for good, and I know you really had fun, so I had to make sure we could go on a second date, you know?" Neil winked, placing his chin on his palm. 

"Besides, I did have an offer for you last time I spoke to you, though it looks to me like you have a plan of your own." Gods her eyes twinkling malevolently were pretty. He kept reminding himself how he was insane for even speaking to her, but he supposed she was just crazy enough to have lunch with a risen corpse so he wasn't going to start being too critical on himself. 

"You know," he said smugly, being a perfect fool as always. "If I like your idea enough, I might even let you kiss me. I know it's only the second date and you came on a bit strong threatening to murder me, but what can I say? I like your style."