There was no real danger of her getting into trouble unless she was downright refusing to give herself a rest period. And she wasn't. While most people pestered Jefferson easily, he found he held an infinite amount of patience for Emma. Even if he did roll his eyes from time to time.
Prepping the dry mix for the cupcakes he chuckled at the thought. "Weren't you the one who told me that I couldn't be a loner?" He was quite sure she made a point to remind him that she wouldn't allow him to isolate himself here or back at Storybrooke. Perhaps time had it's way with her and everyone could only take so much. Really, he didn't mind one way or another. Jefferson only wanted Grace, and now, Emma.
"You," batting away her foot lightly so he could stir without making too much of a mess, "Are no more demanding than an incredibly selfless, martyr child. And I have experience with all three. Clearly, I don't mind, or I'm keeping you around for more selfish reasons."