"Bail implies the cases would ever actually come to court." he said, it wasn't showing off, it was just a fact. His people wouldn't be sent down unless he wanted them to be. Because everyone, every judge, solicitor and policeman had a price, one they wanted or one they weren't willing to pay. And so he could always get his people free if he needed to. People were just so easy, so malleable. Booriing. "But I wouldn't hold it against you just for doing your job. I'm sure its very fulfilling for you." If it ever wasn't though, he was sure he could find somewhere for her some kind of job that would make her happier. He wondered how good she was with a gun. He suspected she was quite good. She seemed like the type. She just deserved better.
As it was, he was impressed with her, she had made a good choice on the red. He was definitely fonder of red than white. He tapped the side of the table and one of the waiting staff came across. "We'll take the malbec." he stated simply, "Full bottle if you don't mind."
The waiter ran off to do what he'd been paid particularly well for and Jim turned his full attention back to the woman in front of him. "I have done my research yeah, did you think I wouldn't? "lips as red as blood, skin as white as snow, hair as black as ebony." You should have a fairytale you know, all this, all the hunting, all the control you want. It's because you don't know where you've come from. So call that a start, call it your heritage. Keep those, press them if you want. You deserve to have them. And I want you to know that if it ever gets overly dull, if you ever want to hunt something more. You can come to me. I'll make it happen."
And he meant that too, he could find such uses for Emma Swan if she'd only let him.