[The hellion nods slowly and gently at this answer, politely, as if Spock were lying to his face and he meant to playfully feign ignorance for the sake of being agreeable.]

Indeed. [Leaving the man to guess at which statement he was addressing, he then adds, with mischievous curiosity:]

And where is it you think you are going? Think you that you shall make it so far as the village when you are more likely to stagger blindly into every tree in your path? I must admire your ambition, I suppose, if nothing more. Or is it desperation? [A leering grin spreads across his lips.]

…Listen. [He pauses a beat, drawing attention to the snow-dampened sense of silence in the woods.] ‘tis a long way to travel, unfit as you are, and in but a moment you could drop and breathe your last. No one would know; no one would hear you. You would die like a beast… and what a pitiful death that would be.

[There is a point to this, of course. He thinks to snatch hold of Spock’s wrist after a moment of deliberation and guide him towards a magic circle he wills into being at his feet.]

Now if you a have a mind to live... you will come with me, and while I still am feeling generous. …Are we understood?