"I don't want anything." Yet. Not unless this man is willing to divulge more about his alleged 'curse'. That, he thinks, is a very valid mutual point of interest.

Grizelda watches the rabbit, silent and with the mild air of a cat about to enjoy the show of what a cornered mouse might do next. Her tongue darts out at brief, arrhythmic intervals as she watches, unblinking.

"If you've a problem, however, I'm only too happy to help." One side of his mouth twitches, not quite a smile, but subtly triumphant. "Every curse can be broken."