Ruby couldn't lie. She always enjoyed that particular reaction. Even if he didn't know exactly what she was yet, most had a sense about things, even if minimal. Humans were almost completely blinded by intrigue, nowadays, mostly because of movies and the steady decline in religious faith. Only a few really knew what was good for them, regarding demons.
Two of those happened to be in Storybrooke, but whatthefuckever. Ruby had herself a fucking demigod, apparently.
"No, it sure doesn't," she purred back at him, keeping shamelessly close. "And it won't... but that doesn't mean I can't be talked into things," she added.