Tyki could effectively get under someone's skin both physically and mentally. With his power he felt invicible and cocky but he had learned a hard lesson in the last month since his arrival. He knew better than to take anything for granted and when such a prize was here in front of him he'd treat her like a lady.

He hummed lightly at the way her blood was seeping into his own gloves and his other hand passed over it and against her skin to pull gently at the material. It was then that she'd feel a tingle in her skin should the touch be allowed and glass that was once in her skin would pass from his fingers and just fall to the ground.

Carrot and stick. It was a decent way to tame people. "I know a place," he responds and if she allows him to still hold her hand, by her fingertips, he'll guide her out of the mirror maze. He knows the way and the path many times over. It's a decent travel out of it and towards the cookhouse where the atmosphere is cheery and the air is decent, "I was thinking the lake but that is a decent walk. The cookhouse is warm."