He was already thinking about editing his version of the day to people. While he lived with the ghouls and Emilie was definitely one, he was pretty much only one by association. He wasn't the same as the rest of them, didn't hold their 'burn everything in my way' mentality. When he raided, he didn't attack people. He didn't take what others needed - unless provoked. Then he wouldn't hesitate to kill, but he didn't initiate it like other ghouls would.
They'd probably love to know that he got a favor from a clean, proper woman, that he'd met one at all and where he happened to have met her. So he had already been of a mind to just leave it out when he got back, if anyone asked where he was or what he'd been doing. If Emilie noticed he'd been gone at all, she might ask, but he wouldn't tell her either.
She'd been extra strength crazy lately. He didn't especially want to see what she might do if a jealousy bone was nudged in her. For his answer, he shook his head. "Not really."
It was true on a lot of levels. Ezra was a person who felt very alone in his existence, and he doubted that would ever end.
"You should be careful out here, though," he told her. Now that he thought about the ghouls and what they would do to a woman like her, he instantly didn't like the idea and was back to being concerned. "This isn't a safe place. Not just from them," he said, gesturing to the dead zombies.