A profoundly unsatisfying termination of what could have been such a fascinating prospect. He'd so thought the two of them showed promise. But let it not be said that Rumpelstiltskin is not a being of his word; he does not make deals with the unwilling. He dips his head so slightly, courteous as always, the smile ghosting thinly over his disappointment.

"As you insist." And he pauses, long enough to meet both pairs of distrustful eyes in calm succession. "Though should you ever change your mind - " He raises a hand and twists the magic around himself deftly, the smoke leaching from the ground to flow smoothly over him. "Well, you know my name."

And when the whisper of violet smoke fades, both man and lizard are gone.