Well now didn't she look nice. If worried. Oh she tried to hide it, they always tried to hide it. But there were things one couldn't keep from someone like Jim Moriarty. Maybe it was the fact she went for demure, which was an interesting choice given what he knew of her life before this place. She'd told him some things and the rest he'd figured out easily enough given her status as daughter of Princess Fairytale herself. On that show at least. He knew about her son, about her parents, about the evil queen, all of it. Wikipedia was great. He had been sad when it shut itself down even for a day. ...He should probably find some of those SOPA/PIPA people.
So no, Emma didn't have her own fairytale. But he'd build one for her. Right here. And it would have a villain worthy of the daughter of Snow White. Something to occupy him for a while until he was ready to deal with the very Final Problem. White, Red and Black. If Emma had family colours it'd be those. He'd stood when she'd finally reached the room and walked towards her to take her hand and kiss it if she decided she'd let him. Most probably wouldn't but she'd come here. Taken the first steps, even knowing who he was.
"I wasn't sure if you'd arrive you know. It was rather brave of you, or stupid, so people would say. But don't worry, I wouldn't kill you after asking you out for dinner, that'd just be tacky. "And you've met me before unlike most of them, you found me, remember, when I got here, you didn't know, what you know about me now of course. How could you have, I'm not some old ugly Englishman with a cane." he joked, letting go of her hand and gesturing to the table.
"Sorry for the rigmarole of getting here but you know how it is. I like my privacy." He had decided he wasn't going to lie to her, she'd come here for Jim Moriarty and he would not disappoint. The flowers, the table laid out so perfectly by people he'd paid for their skill and their discretion. All part of the plan.
"For what its worth, I'm glad you did. But come on now, you don't need to be worried. You're perfectly safe." Apart from the sniper waiting on a word for Jim of course but that was only common sense.