He couldn't rightfully say he understood her martyr complex. As a selfish being Jefferson held regard for little other than his inner bubble. Granted, thanks to she, Ruby, and Killian, that bubble had grown annoyingly big when before it had only encompassed Grace. He supposed this was a good thing. For one he wasn't lonely or a miserable fool. For another, well, there were his companions. And Emma's playful banter.
With an exasperated sigh that was given extra vigor for dramatic effect, the Hatter scratched at his chin appearing thoughtful. "There are a few ways. Given you don't resort to wasting your precious magic on escape." She'd come a long way from transporting her boot across town.
"You sound more as if you're ready to fight me hand to hand." He was teasing but Jefferson was rather fond of Emma's 'oh really' voice when it was used in any context of the word. Egging her on was just an added benefit. "That's not very relaxing."