Rumpelstiltskin observed the young woman closely, watching her carefully to see how she would react to his words. Most people's faces were even more expressive than they realized, though there were those that were able to keep from being read. Miss Swan was halfway between the two categories, though he didn't doubt that people who were less experienced than he was at reading others would have been fooled.
He saw the amusement twitch at the corner of her lips as his comment about hope; it certainly wasn't the sort of thing that he'd say normally. Something that the young sheriff commented on, bringing it to his attention, showing him that she knew that wasn't his style.
A little smirk slipped onto his own face at that, and he shook his head with a little laugh. "Oh, I'm generally not," he agreed, "but one has to learn how to adapt to one's surroundings, Miss Swan, and your arrival has certainly started to change this quaint little town." He was well aware of how stagnant thing shad been before Emma Swan found her way to Storybrooke. The town's residents were none the wiser, but he knew a lot more than he'd let on. He'd prepared for this curse, after all, and he'd been right where he'd wanted to be when it had been cast in the first place.
Emma finally accepted the coffee that Mr. Gold had brought to her, and he offered her a small smile as she did so. Accepting the coffee wasn't accepting his offer, not quite yet, but it was a good first start. It meant that she believed, at the very least, that he hadn't done anything to try to poison her. Besides which, poison wasn't exactly his style; if he'd wanted to hurt her, he would have done it by now.
The young woman repeated the pawn shop owner's words, as though to make sure she fully understood just what it was he was asking, before she added that it sounded too good to be true. A little smirk slipped onto Rumpelstiltskin's face at that; Emma Swan was being cautious, which was both a good thing and a bad thing, as far as he was concerned. It meant that she wouldn't allow herself to be easily bamboozled, but at the same time, it also meant that it would keep her from believing, and the town needed....he needed her to do just that.
After another moment, Emma conceded that Mr. Gold probably knew more about the town than most, other than the Mayor. His smile didn't waver at all, despite the fact that he knew more about Storybrooke than Regina ever could. He'd created the curse, after all, and he knew the limitations this town had. But then, the sheriff said that he had a deal, for now, and only while everything continued in a direction with which she was all right.
She took a sip of her coffee, before adding that she learned something new every day, what with his talk of hope and good taste in coffee. Rumpelstiltskin let out a little laugh at that, reaching forward to offer Emma a hand to shake, a symbol of their agreement.
"I look forward to working with you, Miss Swan," he said, his tone pleasant and mild. He'd managed to get exactly what he wanted from her today, and they'd have to see how this arrangement worked out. He had quite the plans, after all.