"And you say I'm the nice lady mage? I'd have castrated the fucker, revolt or not." Anger was a very potent emotion, and the hurt that came with that type of betrayal? Yeah, Emma really didn't think she'd be at all nice about it -lover or not.
Maybe it just spoke to the upbringing she'd had though.
"Oh, I bet you could wax poetic. Just let me get a few drinks in me so that I don't spend the whole nice blushing, and you can feel free to share any of them." Emma had a few stories, nothing majorly interesting, nothing particularly exciting -one night stands, the occasional almost boyfriend before she got freaked out and ran, after Neal there really wasn't much but the itch that needed scratching, and then, well, there'd been a two year gap before Jefferson. "We've got some interesting alcohols and a lot of really greasy yummy food to get through."