'Now, what's this?' He demanded, blinking at her.
'Er...I'm the virgin sacrifice so you'll leave our town alone?' She said nervously.
'Well, that's useless,' he sighed, and turned, beginning to slide back down the hill. Guess he'd have to find another town.
'You mean you're not going to eat me then?' The girl called back after him.
He sighed again, and turned back to look at her. 'I don't eat people. They have a nasty taste.'
'Oh,' she said thoughtfully. 'Not even nasty prime ministers?'
'No...' he said slowly. 'Why?'
'Because he's the one who said that only a virgin sacrifice would stop you, and apparently I'm the only one around for miles.'
'If I did eat people, do you think whether you were a virgin or not would make any difference to me?' He asked in disbelief.
'No, I didn't think so.' She frowned, then asked, 'If you're not going to eat me, I don't suppose you could untie me or something, could you? I expect that prime minister will accuse me of being a witch or something next.'
He paused, then wiggled his wings, his equivilent of a shrug. 'Sure, why not?' After gnawing through the ropes, the girl wriggled down to the ground.
'Thanks. My name's Rosie, by the way. Thanks.'
'Right. I'm Quetzelquotal.' He began sliding his way down the hill, Rosie following with little hopping steps. 'So what'll you do now, Rosie?'
'I dunno. Get as far away from here as possible. You?'
'Hey...I don't suppose...I could come with you?'
He paused, considering. It might be nice to have some company, beign out on the road all the time. 'Why not?' Carefully, he wrapped a couple coils around her, picking her up off the ground. 'People will see this the wrong way, you know.'
Rosie shrugged. 'Let them.'