The jerk of movement snaps Grizelda's attention back to the man. She hisses, a low and unmistakeably threatening sound, and advances upon the rabbit further.

Do not flee when the Dark One is speaking to you.

That is not polite.

"Power has a great deal of uses, dearie." Rumpelstiltskin's tone never diverges from its patient neutrality. This is a business transaction like any other, and he will treat it as such. With respect. "You want it off your hands and I'm only too willing to take it." Grizelda punctuates the statement with another wordless hiss, and Rumpelstiltskin folds his hands over his cane. "No reason it should go to waste."