He knew it was hard for her. It wasn't hard to work that out and his dear fairytale didn't hide it particularly well. Not from him anyway, though there were very few people that could hide anything from Jim Moriarty. And less still willing to try. And bless her, she really was trying. She was trying to sound like it didn't get to her but he knew her too well. Getting close to her, making her see that all this, all the attempts at trying to remain honourable and good while living with a man like him. Oh no no, it wouldn't last and he didn't want to see her hurt when the bubble burst.
"Oh I won't" he agreed when she pointed out he wouldn't be like the Master. "I'll be smarter, and I'm not just saying that babe, I really will be. I don't do things out of any compulsion for chaos and discord around me. Look at the city, the criminal elements answer to me, I know how every single one of them operates and what they want. Here, Kansas City and everything in between. And that's not even me really trying. But eventually people will have to start dying. It's just going to happen, its a matter of when and how and who but it'll come to that because its the only way to draw him out, draw him into the case. You know that."
But no, he wanted her to be a good guy. He wanted her to be with him. He envied the Master that if he let himself admit to the emotion. Romana had stood with her man all the way. even died for it. It had been fabulous to watch. But he couldn't read it on Emma just yet. Would she stand by his side while her friends fell victim to his Final Problem. "It won't come to that and no, I'm not like him. I'm better. And you...oh darling if you were like her do you think I'd be with you, its that fire and passion that attracted me to you. I don't want you to lose it. I just want you to understand."
He matched her gaze finally, "You will stand by me though, won't you fairytale?"