Emmeline smiled at him, aware for a moment that their faces were fairly close. But that was probably the wine; she'd taken more than a few sips, and she didn't often indulge in alcohol. Her tolerance had never been particularly high, though she wasn't going to get drunk or sick off one glass of wine.
"I'm with you there," she said thoughtfully, leaning her head into his hand. "But I'm far too jaded for anything that doesn't involve some level of trust." It didn't have to be emotional. She honestly didn't know if she was capable of falling in love again, after Jack. But there were people she cared about, people who were important to her. Kingsley was one of those people.