i started tying tighter knots

"Well of course I paid it," he mutters, though he still sounds belligerent about it, the Huntsman standing comfortably next to his counterpart now, peering up at the vines holding the fox - the vixen, forgive him - captive. "Well alright, do you think she likes pastries?" he asks, though he's carefull putting his box down somewhere that it won't get sat on or kicked. "Could you put her to sleep?" he wonders. "Preferably by not putting your hand near her mouth. I could use my nimbus to help support her while we untangle her. But if your superpowers don't work on animals, I guess I'll be sacrificing my fingers..." Or his projection's fingers, though that will render it useless, which... Ronin has not yet considered, evidently. ronypony it's always nice to make an impression