Had he just admitted he'd unleash hell on this city if anything happened to her? Well. On the one hand, that was more than a little bit scary. And on the other, slightly more twisted hand, it was almost sweet. It was proof he cared, even if his level of caring was far more frightening than most.
And was it so bad, him wanting her safe? No, not really. Had anyone ever wanted her safe? Even she didn't care. Not since her father had put his own life on the line to save hers had anyone given a damn about what happened to Emma swan. Apparently even August had left her behind. In typical Pinocchio fashion. So why shouldn't she allow someone to keep an eye on her, just once? "You care that much if anything happens to me?" she challenged, unable to just accept that fact. Anywhere else, she could've just up and died and no one would've noticed. But not in Storybrook, and apparently not here. It was new. It was different. And...well, it was nice. She liked that feeling. She fed off of it, even, and that, despite knowing what he was, was how it was so easy for her to hang on to him.
She paused a minute, listening to him rattle on about fate and destiny and things she once wouldn't have bothered with. A younger Emma believed in making her own fate. Nothing was given to her, everything was earned and fought for. But now? Well, she was a child quite literally born of true love and sent to a world with the destiny of rescuing a tiny village of fairytale characters sometime after her twenty-eighth birthday. How could she not believe in fate with a history like that behind her? Maybe it was fated that she'd be investigating an embezzlement case on the same morning the Seal decided to bring Jim Moriarty into town. Maybe she really was destined for him. Maybe, just maybe, she could save him. And that's why he'd landed in her life.
She moved closer, then, easing herself into his lap so she could press her lips gently against his. Damn her, she'd gone and fallen and hard. There was no getting out of it, and there was no easy way to deal with it all. "I'm meant to be in your life. I know that. We'll work out all the rest. However we have to." She hesitated, tempted to ask him, just once, why. Why he had to kill Sherlock at all, why he had to kill any of them, and why wasn't she enough for him. But it was the same talk they always had so instead, she just kissed him again, a little less sweetly and a bit more firmly.