Luna's piercing gaze holds you frozen in place like a fawn cornered by a timberwolf. She sees right through your feeble attempt to deflect with that silly rhyme. "We perceive thou dost deflect with japes and jests," the Princess huffs, taking another step closer, wings spreading slightly in an unconscious display of intimidation. "Surrender now thy guise, knave, or suffer our royal displeasure."