Emerson had fostered a notion that Ambrose had more than just a passing affection for his girl. He always seemed so composed in public that the witch wouldn't have guessed it had he not had a one-on-one conversation with the guy. He could hardly blame the guy. A month in, and he was already kind of attached to Piper in a way that had him all protective and growly too. He understood the fears all too well, more than he'd ever admit. It was a hard thing to give advice for.
"I can't tell you," he finally said honestly, taking a long drink afterward. "Somewhere along the road with this whole love thing, you put yourself on the line to be hurt. Ain't a single way around that. I can't talk for the girl. I don't know her, but if you love her, you have to be willing to trust her with that or you're not gonna go a damn place with it in the long run." He waved a hand. "And I don't mean trust her with Lucius, but trust her with you. If you she loves you and you love her... there's always a risk, but that leap has to be taken or you're gonna be stuck in your head like this forever."