Without words, Emma and Neal made an agreement not to speak as they continue on in search of Henry. Neil stayed up front with David, and Emma lagged behind with Regina, who was looking positively livid.

"So, your little boyfriend is back," the queen sneered. "Couldn't be happier."

"He is not my boyfriend anymore," Emma corrected, trying to keep her voice down so the two men ahead of them wouldn't hear their exchange. "And he never will be."

"What makes you so sure?" Regina pressed, stopping and staring at Emma.

"Because I don't love him. Maybe I did, once, but things are different now. I have -" she paused "- different interests."

"Like what?"

"Like you."

Regina started walking again, and they had gone quite a ways before she decided on what to say. Is she serious? she wondered. Emma's little speech had been pretty convincing. She wouldn't even hug the dead guy back. To Emma, he was still dead, and his near-death experience had been what made her realize just how bitter she was about all the things he'd done to her. She remembered the days in her cell wondering where he was, what he was doing, and who he was with. Now, she didn't care. When he 'died' she'd simply been upset to lose him as a person, not as a previous lover. He would always be dead to her, and it took him nearly dying to for Emma to fully realize it.

Regina took heavy steps forward. Her heart throbbed in her chest. She was furious at Neal's return, especially now that she'd finally made some leeway with Emma. What she wanted was just barely in her grasp, and now this little twerp had just wondered right back into their lives. She'd thought she was rid of him for good, but apparently, the guy just wouldn't stay dead. Regardless of what Emma had said, her anger did not subside. In fact, as she stared at the back of Neal's head, her fury only boiled. I could just kill him, she mused. But she decided that wasn't the wisest decision, considering that Emma and her father were both right there. It was really too bad she couldn't get Neal away from the group for a while - just long enough to tear his heart out and watch it crumble to dust in her hands.

"Regina?" Emma asked. "Are you okay?"

Regina's face was red, and she realized that her jaw and fists were clenched. No. I want to kill your ex boyfriend, she wanted to say. Being honest wasn't exactly her forte, though, so she decided to lie. She also wasn't interested in making too much of a scene while the men were just up ahead on the path. In a fleeting moment, Regina became all too aware that Neal was clearly up in front with David, and that Emma has chosen to lag behind with Regina. They weren't standing close to each other. Emma hadn't returned his embrace. She wasn't even speaking to him. Even through her anger, Regina felt glad for this, but she lied to Emma anyway.

"I'm fine," she said, the redness in her face betraying the lie.

"Don't. Don't lie. I have a talent for being able to tell when people are lying."

Regina stopped in her tracks and finally said, "Are you really interested in me or is this all just game to you? Are you worried that if you don't play along I'm going to destroy your family or something? We share a love of Henry, if absolutely nothing else, and I wouldn't get in the way of his love for you. I'm not going to hurt you, so you don't have to lie to me, either."

Emma thought back to their fight and flinched inside. She'd never seen Regina so out of control before. But maybe she was telling the truth this time. Maybe Regina really didn't want to hurt her. Emma wanted to believe it, so she did.

"I can't explain how I feel," Emma said, avoiding a direct answer to the question. "I just know that when you kissed me, it felt... different... not wrong. With Hook and Neal, it felt wrong."

Regina nodded at this, accepting the answer. It hadn't been the 'yes' or 'no' she was looking for, but it was close enough. It reassured her that Emma wasn't interested in Hook or Neal - which is what she was really worried about. She hated the feeling of being in a competition for Emma's attention. Regina was winning it, though, so she couldn't complain. Though the kiss had been stolen, it was reciprocated, and that meant something. Regina assured herself that if Emma really hadn't wanted it, she wouldn't have given in. Besides, Emma wasn't the type of girl to give people what they wanted just to pacify them. She was too independent for that. Emma was a strong woman, with a mind of her own, and Regina liked that. She liked the fire in her eyes when they touched. She liked the fight she put up when she'd had enough, even if she didn't like being told 'no.'

"Regina? Hello? I asked you a question," Emma said, gently pushing the woman's shoulder.

"What?" Regina asked dumbly, snapping out of her trance.

"I asked you if you were jealous."

This, of course, was obvious from Regina's behavior, but Emma wanted to hear it. She wanted to hear Regina say the words out loud. Regina wanted to blatantly refuse to admit it, but Emma wouldn't let the subject drop. She was determined. So, finally, after much awkward silence, Regina lied again.

"I'm not the jealous type."