Leading him through to the kitchen, Emma shook her head, "I'm not asking you to bare your soul to me, St John, on the contrary." There were parameters to set, safe zones and out clauses. She needed to know exactly what St John was comfortable with and what he wasn't. It was less required and more just to prove to Raven that she was full of shit.
"Just the basics, dearest, after all, I need to know when I get to take a peek to see if you are able to block afterall." She wasn't sure if he was going to be a stick in the mud and make her stay diamond the entire time, which she would do if she needed to, but it did hinder her ability to empathise with him somewhat.
"That and I find it's better to start these things on a full stomach, come along and I'll make a sandwich for you." Because if she cooked anything she'd likely poison the poor lamb.