The fey may seek to snare unwary mortals by feeding them otherworldly delicacies, but you, woman of the barrows, will not so easily bewitch me.

[He sends the cake a disdainful glance and gestures toward it extravagantly.]

You may have drawn first blood, but the battle was mine the moment it began! I will continue to consume this confection, but only after you have dosed yourself in equal measure.