Her body tenses perceptibly as he draws closer, but she doesn't budge - she won't allow him the satisfaction of feeling like he's made her flinch. Instead, she holds her chin high, and doesn't even look sidelong towards him as she answers in a cold voice.

"The man who stole Cinderella's daughter." Stole - an interesting word for it, but no one holds Rumpelstiltskin's deals as fair when he takes advantage of the desperate. "He was held here, once. His cell is still below the castle."