[Mental-Mouse]

"O well! Jokes on you! I can't Cook nor do those other things Maiden Brides are want or able to do! So ha!" The boy remarked in his most haughty, Smarmy voice. Filled with more smart ass than right sense, this brief moment of not quite shaking with fear is quickly torn asunder when he gets a better look at the Huge Tiger Beast. Colour draining from his face. It seems it is easier to yell at shadows than it is a mountain of unholy feline muscle. "Or you know..you could let me go and I can go find someone more suited for this entire bride thing. I'll just be terrible at it. Like a hiring the fatguy to safe guard the food...."

(I'll see what I can do)