[ emma finishes off another bite of her dinner before sliding the plate away, leaning forward to gently rest her elbows on the table as she watches faraday stroke his beard.

she might have a real sort of grin on her face if she wasn't such a composed woman otherwise, but instead, there's the familiar impish look she occasionally gets during these exchanges, not quite a grin and not quite a smirk.

mischievous, but amused. ]

Charismatic devil that you are, I'm sure that's exactly the reason you have so many enamored women beatin' down your door. How could they resist such charms?