It was working, it was funny how simple it could be sometimes. He'd seduced Molly so easily, weak little girl, lost in a love affair in her own head with a man that she'd never have in a million years, and so Jim had made himself a man she could have. A barely closeted gay one, obviously but that had been all part of the plan. Though Emma wasn't Molly, far from it. She was smarter, she was wily, and he wasn't putting on an act with her. Well, not as much of a one. Because Emma seemed to see through lies, he didn't understand it but she did. So he hadn't lied to her, he'd omitted facts. He'd slipped around questions while weaving a web for her, but it wasn't a web of lies. It was much the opposite. Truth hurt, sometimes so much more than lies and she couldn't see it, she was so busy looking for the lies, she couldn't see what he was doing with the truth.
Just a kiss to the hand, just something so simple and she fell a little more. God, people were so easy. He so badly wanted to ask Sherlock was it just as hard for him, did he ever just look at someone and know how to tear them down bit by bit. Oh he'd pick Emma back up again. He wasn't going to shatter his pretty little fairytale.
She let her hand linger, just a moment too long, blushed, and he knew she'd come back for more. They always came back for more. The right gestures, the right words. "Do you think I deserve a chance? I'm not going to lie to you Emma, I'm not done." In fact, he hadn't even gotten started. Not properly. Their eyes weren't on him, and he had so much else to do before he went chasing waterfalls with Sherlock. But that's business isn't it. My business isn't chaos, not like that ridiculous clown, so you can rest easy on that score, but as for who I am and what I do, you know that. The question becomes, do you ask about it. Or do we put that to the side and just be...y'know, us."
He smiled slightly, almost warmly, almost. Maybe as warmly as he could. "I know because I can see it, as trite as this sounds, in your eyes. You're not fulfilled, you weren't even before you came here. Apart from seeing your son again, you weren't happy. Not completely, and now you don't even have him. All torn away by something out of your power, again. And like I said, I can't give you those things back. But I can give you the control over your life again, what little of it we can make here. Better than nothing, isn't it?"
He figured dinner wouldn't be long now, and his fairytale would have time to mull, for now he simply sipped at his drink.