"I hardly need the money, Tall, Dark, and Handsome," Emma informed him, bringing her drink up to her lips for a sip. If there was one thing Emma was not, it was ugly - in any way, shape, or form! Perish the thought! She was a perfect, sparkling gemstone. Her beauty far surpassed the shiniest blood diamond De Beers could get their greedy paws on. "But...I suppose I could consider it. Does it mean that you'll loosen up and crack a smile once or twice, honey?"