[Somehow her words do little to move him. He waves them off and follows. He's getting more and more suspicious of the girl, and he's getting tempted to just turn around and leave. Why should he trust this little brat, anyway? It's obvious she isn't leading him to the village. In fact. his voice lowers and his eyes narrow at her tiny figure.]

You know, my dear, I'm not very fond of misbehaved children. Nor am I fond of liars. ...Take me to the village, girl, or you will be severely punished. [How? He doesn't know yet, but he'll surely think of something. Dist's pretty resourceful.]