If he'd mentioned it, she wouldn't be able to tell him why she'd chosen to come without letting anyone know. She wasn't a very social creature, by nature. Oh, she had friends back home, especially Mary Margaret (which was just weird, now, thinking on it), and here she was getting to know people slowly. Blue might have helped her out, if she'd asked, but she genuinely felt like most people would lecture her. Or else think she was turning against them. Which wasn't true. She just...needed to know.
He was quite the talker, which helped, because she wasn't exactly feeling the stunning conversationalist tonight. Especially when he had her pegged. He'd known her a few weeks at best and already, he was right about her. It was the reason she'd chosen her profession, in the end. That feeling that she finally had control over something and someone. Years being tossed around with no regard to how she felt about it left her feeling cold and tired and weak, and she hated it. Hunting gave her power. It let her know that she wasn't some helpless child who'd been abandoned. "Only if your people are out on bail and don't pay up," she pointed out, though the conversation left her a bit shaken. It meant that one day, no matter how kind he was to her, she may have to side against him. In every way. And she didn't like it.
"Red or white?" she questioned, glancing over the wine list. She was no connoisseur. When she wanted to get drunk, wine wasn't typically her item of choice. But she wanted to keep her head clear here and drinking anything stronger would've been stupid anyway. And she did know wines, usually from having men on the run from the law pick them while on a case. Oh, fancy that. "I usually prefer white, but you strike me as a red sort of man." Stronger, fuller bodied, more character. That was the Jim she was growing to know. "They've a French malbec, which would go well with duck, if that's what you're interested in."
And somewhere, deep, deep down, a tiny surge of annoyance made her wonder how often he'd eaten at this restaurant for him to know that. And with who.
Emma raised her eyebrows at the comment about the roses being perfect for her. Was he on the same train of thought as she'd been? "You've done your research, too, haven't you?" she asked, tilting her head almost defiantly.