Little by little she was letting him inside. It was a wonderful study in human behaviour. But if the woman did play along, if she did fall. And falling was just so very intriguing as a concept, then maybe she'd do well out of it. He had considered taking on another student here, someone he could mould, someone he could train up. Not to the point where they knew all his secrets of course but someone he could wind up and watch as she flew. Became something beautiful and deadly and his. Because it was harder to fall when you could fly. He watched her, every little move she made, the swallow, the move for her wine glass, almost as a barrier against him. Not that she really wanted one.
She wanted to be broken. Not that she knew it yet, but she did, why else would she be letting him get to her so easily. "In those twenty eight years though, you've searched for it, and you've suffered, given up what you want back and oh if I could, if I could control the power of that damn seal, then yes. I'd bring you your boy. But instead I'll help you how I can. Don't you want to be ready if he does come here, or if she does? Don't you want to have the resources to protect him? I can do that for you. You need direction Emma, you need to look around and decide, what is it you want. It's not chasing criminals. Not when one is chasing you."
And there it was. Why her? Oh Emma because you are a fairytale, he thought. Because a fairytale without purpose had intrigued him, drawn him in, just like he was drawing her in, because he could mould her and he could do it so easily. Because there was an instinct in her that he could twist and turn and own.
"Because you helped me. Because you continued to talk to me even when you knew about 'Moriarty'. Because its been a long time since I just took a woman to dinner." Jim reached out quickly, taking her free hand in his and leaning in to kiss it softly. "And because, why else does a man ask a lady to dinner?"