[Honestly? He hadn't expected much from her. Whether he's bluffing or not, it's just common sense to keep your guard up and protect yourself, so he had no high hopes of her actually complying. So color him surprised when the wall lowers, and she's standing right there in all her haughty glory. On her end, he's probably exactly what she pictured. Rough, covered in scars, one bad eye, almost a caricature of bandits from olden times. Almost. He cracks a grin.]

Huh! And here I was expecting a wrinkly prune from how ya talked.

[He suddenly holds up an arm, and that's all the warning she gets before a thick, thorny vine splits from his skin, whipping over to try and grab her, yank her closer.]

So, Miss Sourpuss! Since ya played fair and square and all that, I'll let you choose--exactly where do ya want me to hurt ya?