[Grell gives a short, breathy laugh, a little low for a woman, and grins, revealing sharklike teeth.]

Perhaps you would like to be my knight?

[The way she says that seems more predatory than anything else. When you're one of the more terrible things lurking about, you don't need company to keep you safe.

She shrugs at the jab about the woods, nonplussed and her voice turns lighter.]

You'll have to forgive me my figures of speech. Where are you from, my dear? From your accoutrements it is obvious enough that you are new.