Iman opens her mouth to reply to Greta but before she can Rumplestiltskin's little comment has her spinning back to face him.

"Nooo," she says sternly, all but waggling a fucking finger at him. "No, no. No fucking deals. I know your jam."

Well, sort of. Fairy tales aren't her forte at all, she only vaguely recalls what this character is about and he's supposed to be some kind of baby-eating imp, right? In any case this is not someone she's prepared to haggle with.

She takes a small step back, her right hand reaching blindly for Greta's, while the other is raised in abstract defense. "Why don't you just piss off."