"So pleased to make your acquaintance." He straightens immediately upon being released, making a show of brushing off the front of his jacket before folding his hands back over the handle of his cane with a flourish. Grizelda loosens her hold incrementally, enough, perhaps, to allow a little breathing room. If they continue to have this level of cooperation, perhaps he may be convinced to release her entirely.

He bows his head with a deliberate, almost regal air, and one corner of his mouth twitches.

"Rumpelstiltskin."