Grizelda spits, a hostile, furious noise, and Rumpelstiltskin only barely turns to acknowledge the tremendously unwise course of action Johnny seems to be taking.

"Oh, I don't believe we're quite done," he says mildly, and lifts one hand with an otherworldly purple shimmer. The same magic that once sprang up around the rabbit to hold it still now ripples itself over Johnny, rooting his legs to the ground.

It is only when his target is still that Rumpelstiltskin turns to face the man again, hand gliding back down to rest neatly atop his cane.

"It's not very polite to interrupt a business transaction," he continues, soft and reproving.