"Mmm." Gildas hummed a little thoughtfully, mostly because he hadn't yet gotten past that point or what he was going to do with it quite yet. To be perfectly honest, he hadn't been very confident it would have worked.

"Do you know of anyone you've wrong, recently," he tried, "that might've tried exacting revenge by somehow turning you into a squirrel and spiriting away your love?"

And don't worry, Lady Squirrel, he was certainly going through a list of his most recent enemies as well, to think of who might wish to torture him by foisting him, unexpected, onto a temperamental and no doubt soon to be love-forlorn sorcerer-turned-rodent.