He snorted at the title of magic fingers, which really should have come along to her title, but he'd take it. Jefferson knew where his talents were and there would be no argument that he knew how to use his hands for the best of instruments. Even if it wasn't a practice he'd inflicted upon himself.
"Not a single will? Now this I'd have to see." Emma with no will to check on the city? Make sure all was well? Sure, she had her little fits of 'I won't' or 'I don't feel like its' but that dastardly good will of hers always got in the way. So what if he were a little selfish and would rather see her not so eager to be a martyr? It was part of who she was and Jefferson would never voice such a thing, but alas, he held no shame in being himself either.
Reaching around her, chest pressed snugly against her back for but a moment as he pushed aside the couch cushions, Jefferson motioned with his hand, the other resting lightly at her hip. "Lay down and I'll see to it."