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Why did she agree to this? She had to be out of her mind. Well, obviously it was all his fault. He challenged her and he knew she'd not negative. And now she was sitting in her apartment looking at Hook who was talking to her son, drinking tea from one of her cups and ignored her. So be it.

"So, tell me lad, have you got your lady yet?"

Emma coughed with hot chocolate she'd been drinking and looked at Killian incredulously. He turned his gaze to her but only shrugged.

"What?"

"Seriously? You're asking a 10 years old boy if he's got a girlfriend?"

He smirked and took a gulp before answering.

"Well, when I was his age I had one. Or two. Maybe more, can't remember, but I couldn't complain. Still can't" he cocked his eyebrow at her.

"No doubt" she scoffed.

"So?" Killian asked Henry again.

"Um no, I actually don't have a girlfriend."

Hook shook his head and placed his cup on coffee table, laying on the couch with his boots on Emma's pillows.

"Too bad lad, you have to fix that."

Sheriff gave him a wary look, crossing her arms.

"Now you're gonna give my son some dating advices?"

"Why, interested too?" he smirked again at her. "No problem, I can give you some."

"Thanks, I'm out" growled Emma, standing up and taking her mug to wash it in the kitchen. Passing Hook, she narrowed her eyes at him and pointed his legs with her finger. "Get your boots out of my couch, Hook."

"You know, although I'm touched and honored by the title you're calling me, my name's Killian and I'd prefer you use it. It's more… intimate" he finished with a whisper which Henry couldn't hear.

Emma gave him a look which was supposed to mean "bitch, please" and leaned, pushing his legs hard off her couch. He raised an eyebrow sarcastic.

"Lass, how many times I need to tell you that? If you wanna touch me, just say a word."

Emma winced and looked at Henry who was watching them with interesting. She said nothing, but left to the kitchen, leaving her son with Hook who was enjoying his comment. Smartass. He laid his boots again on the pillows and smiled at the kid.

"You like my mom, don't you?" asked Henry, looking at pirate seriously.

Hook cocked an eyebrow.

"Well, she's not that easy to like, lad, especially when she leaves you on the top of that beanstalk, fights with you, beats you and all that stuffs. But yeah, I think I like her."

Henry's eyes lightened.

"Then I think it's you who need advices about dating, Captain" he smiled and Killian looked at him with amusement. "You don't know how to flirt with her."

"Believe me, lad, I'm the master of flirting" said offended man.

"And how's going with my mom? Because I can't see you two hanging out together or something."

Hook's face grew darker. Bloody hell, that lad was smart. Almost as smart as his mother. And probably he was the only person in the world who knew her that well. Oh my God, how did that happen the great Captain Hook's gonna listen 10 years old kid? Bloody hell.

"So what's your fantastic plan, lad?"

"Oh, nothing fantastic. It's rather simple. It's snowing. You cannot go back at Granny's. You'll stay here. Without your innuendos" he laughed at Hook's expression.

"Why are you helping me lad?"

Henry sighed and leaned in his armchair.

"Cause I know since my mom came back with you, she's been acting different. But positively. And she talks about you a lot. Do not tell her I told you" warned Henry, seeing a pleased expression on Killian's face. "She likes you too."

Captain Hook straightened and looked at Emma's son with respect.

"You're smart lad. I like you. You'd be a good pirate, but you're too honest." They both burst of laughing and Hook offered his healthy hand. "Thanks, kid."

"No problem, Captain!"

"Oh God, don't tell me you two are making deals" said horrified Emma standing in the doorway.

"Aye, lass! But don't worry, I'm not gonna make him a pirate."

Emma sent him killing look and sat on her armchair.

"I hope so."

"Then maybe I could try to make you pirate?"

A woman didn't answered but picked a pillow laying beside her and tossed it into his smirking face. He obviously caught it, chucking before it slapped him and looked at her.

"You know, if not your child, that'd mean war."

"Pillows war? Yeah, right, no chance."

"I love challenges. One day you'll see" he smirked and placed a pillow behind his head. "One day I'll show you many things you wouldn't even imagine."

Emma didn't know if that was a threat or a promise, but she shivered seeing lure in his eyes. This is gonna be a long night.