(Seductively) Ah-ah, now. Look at me. There now. Who are you, my dear? How did you come here?
You are terribly wounded. That excuses your conduct, but there is no need for anger.

(Chuckles, amused, dropping the pretense) I had heard Lord Gwydion was passing through my realm.
The cauldron warriors were sent to find you, not slay you, or else you wouldn't be standing here.
(suggestively) Now that I see you face to face, I am very glad such a man is not bleeding out his life in a ditch.

(Carelessly) Well, I had thought to bargain with another life, but I see he is of no consequence, alive or dead.
No, there are far more pleasurable ways to bargain. You do not know me as well as you think, Gwydion.
No, I will not slay you. However, you will come to wish that I had, and you'll beg the mercy of a sword!
(Thundering) YOU SCORN MY PROMISES! HERE IS A PROMISE THAT SHALL BE WELL-KEPT!