Kingsley hadn't held Emmeline to any expectations for her, for opening up, for any of that. It wasn't something to be forced. And Kingsley was patient and not the type to give up an opportunity with her, even if it ended up being that they only enjoyed each other's company as they had before. Emmeline mattered, and Kingsley however busy did try to make time for those who did matter most, especially if they asked.
The club was a dirty place, filthy, and full of bodies he chose to ignore because Em was stunning and gorgeous. His hands were around her waist and not slipping lower for the moment. He was a gentleman, and he was treating her right. And being with her was great, and he liked it when his world was able to focus on just them - only his backgronud of always watching for danger aware of the club itself.
Kingsley leaned down to meet her kiss, and one hand slid a little up her back as they held onto each other. The war had been worth it.