Oh, Emma knew about his one person focus. And she knew it wasn't her. That could be a bit scary, too. What happened when that was all over? Would he turn on her? Realize she was just a way to pass the time? Or would he simply become as, quite frankly, obsessed with her as he had been with Sherlock? Oh, sure, she'd accused him of stalking before. Of being way too caught up with her. But that was before she'd gone and fallen in love with him. Now she knew what she wanted and she was afraid of it being taken away. Again. The world somehow always knew what to take away from her.
"I don't care what happens to Sherlock," she told him, which was only a half truth. Because Sherlock's fall meant bigger things. It meant a city full of angry displaced people. It meant them going after him, stopping him. Wanting him dead, just as they had the Master. Plenty of people filtered her out, but not everyone. Not from everything. And she saw things, things that scared her more than she wanted to admit. It really would be them one day. Whether he defeated Sherlock or not. And if he did, well...then they'd want justice.
And again, choosing a side would come into play. So many of them had already chosen her side for her. Could she actually change that now?
And while she doubted he had the power to tell Lucifer what to do, and she wasn't even sure Lucifer had power over the Seal...she couldn't deny it was kind of nice (in a twisted sort of way) to know he'd quite literally tear apart hell and earth to get her back. If that wasn't love? Hell, what was?
Then he was doing his manic thing, where his mood changed so quickly she actually had to pause to follow along. Emma gave a little smile when he was obviously in a much better mood. Much easier to contend with this Jim. She actually stood a chance with this one. "Up to you, isn't it? I came home tonight to make sure I got time with you. So...your choice. I'm all yours, no interruptions." A slight smirk crossed her face and she trailed a lazy finger down his jawline. "All yours."
And she really was. Her social calendar wasn't exactly hopping and she'd wrapped up her most recent case just before the plastic people joined the Lawrence party. But he didn't need to know that.