"For you, perhaps, but not for me." It was humiliating that he had almost been laid low by her hair. At least the frying pan was heavy enough to be a weapon. Hair was... hair. Nothing dangerous. It was also creepy that she could so easily manipulate it. That was not normal no matter how at ease with the situation she might be.

Giving Tauriel a disbelieving look, he accepted that she would not answer his question or give him details on how exactly she would manage.

Watching her tie her hair off and use it as a rope, he knew he looked foolish, gaping at her instead of moving forward. Still, he hesitated, unsure if he should climb down using her hair or try to find handholds the way he had when he climbed up her tower. "Yes, I - "

Grasping her hair, he almost chose that method before shaking his head. No, he was a prince. He had been taught manners and using Tauriel's hair would be improper. Instead he climbed down, finding hand and footholds quickly before dropping down beside her. "Here I am. Are you ready, bakanî?"