Emma nodded once, watching him assess things. She knew that St John wasn't afraid, he was just private, and his privacy had been rather rudely infringed upon. She didn't exactly hold his wariness against him, not really. "It would be decidedly impersonal and entirely clinical, you understand that?"
Some where aware that she lost almost all compassion and empathy when in her diamond form, her entire being hardened and cold. Others just presumed it was her elitest bitch coming out in her.
"We can start that way if you'd like, get the basics down, and as we go, as you progress, you can decide how you wish to proceed." Putting the cards in his hand wasn't difficult. If St John was ever to trust her, she had to work by his rules. And that would be okay for now.