"Whichever will get you to commit without it ending in your usual pursed lips and me rolling my eyes." He teased fondly, taking hold of her jaw in a teasing manner whilst shaking his head. Such a frustrating little thing, his savior, but so very hard not to gravitate to.
Jefferson had an array of flaws and cracks to pair with hers. Enough that he wouldn't rightfully look down upon (unless you were just a fool with poor fashion sense).
Lifting her chin so he could seize her lips with his own the Hatter kissed Emma's lips tenderly before pulling away only to breathe. "I prefer the writing. Then at least I have something to put in front of your nose, in your own handwriting that isn't another person to dismiss."