The energy faded as it coursed around the shield. Gourmet noticed a momentary sign of Link's discomfort, but was not yet sure if the spell had been effective. At times it was difficult to be certain, particularly with stronger individuals. As he drew his sword, Gourmet leaned in with a bit of a smile. "She's only a little snack, her leaving isn't much hair off my head. But every warrior needs a princess to fight for, don't you think? How about it?" Gourmet turned a bit, pointing her backside towards Mei Ling. "You vow to serve as my knight, and I'll let her go. If not, well, I'll give her a nice toxic blast from my royal derierre."