"I am not joking, pony," he replied in kind. "Actions speak louder than words. You cannot trust me because of my previous involvement with changelings and my admittedly suspect dodging of your tracking methods while in the Badlands. So, in order to give you a conciliatory gesture, to placate your worried heart that I am not in league with those disgusting unseleighe, would I not require something truly concrete? Like her head on a platter?"