Even if he hadn't been snatched away there'd be no complaints to her cuddling. Jefferson wasn't overly hands on by exterior but he had no problems with touch, space, or the like. Physical emotion hadn't been lost to him thanks to Grace, and there was much he extended to Emma in that manner.
Especially when actions were much more important and words seemed to give Emma cause for anxiety. Words that could be broken promises.
"You know I'm at your every beck and call." He snorted with a light smirk, moving back up her arms and then to her sides and lower back. Quite a bit of tension but he worked through it gently, fingers pressing and kneading.
All the way to those exquisitely kept thighs that she always pressed into jeans. "I'm not worried if you abuse the privilege I only hope no one expects to see it extend past you." Maybe Ruby, if she really needed it. Though their little group could do hardly anything to bother him at this point.