"He has his ways of acquiring things I need." He doesn't really know what Jefferson will actually do- seduce her or poison her or render her unconscious or whatever the hell it is he does when he gets going. Gold doesn't care about the methods, only the results.

And keeping his hands clean in it all. Instinctively, he reaches out to touch her hair, an anxious smile drawing his features into something pained and older. "Belle, my love. There is nothing here that will last- that I can assure you."

He should know better by now. Wonderland can leave scars that don't heal when the curse ends- he has a few himself. A certain tea room conversation still haunts his darkest dreams.