Jefferson let his carefully crossed legs bounce ever lightly, listening to Emma's plans of trying to relax. If he had a nickel, no not even a nickel--a penny for how often she went on about grandeur ideas and plans of glorious relaxing he may just be a rich man.
Still, it was a blasé front he was putting on to mess with her. Arms splaying along the back of the couch and watching her with idle amusement, saying nothing and yet everything with the look upon his face. "Do I need to hold you to that promise, Sheriff? Make sure you get the right amount of relaxation?" His own lips curled into a smirk that mirrored hers, almost a little more devious.
He had no issue tying her to the bed if it meant she did nothing for the day. Nothing but 'relaxing' that was.