"...frankly I'm too scared to ask about the frog"
Oh no he didn't...he went there. I don't think I like this guy, I'm a chameleon. I find being called a frog very insulting...I had a bad experience with a frog once...but that's beside the point.
I'm still not sure if I should trust this...man? around MY Rapunzel. He's obviously not very smart, I mean how many frogs do you know that change colour? None.
Frog comments aside, it's my job to keep Rapunzel safe and I am still a little suspicious of this stranger. Why is he here? What is so important about that satchel? Is he telling the truth?
I scurried to the tip of the frying pan, which was pointed in the man's face and stared him down both protectively and suspiciously. He needs to know that if he hurts Rapunzel he has to go through me.
He seems to be telling the truth, and Rapunzel seems to like him...much to my dismay. He can stay...for now, but the minute he steps out of line I will not hesitate to slap him with my tail or stick my tongue in his ear.
Who knows...maybe I can amuse myself at his expense...this may not be so bad after all.