He blinks, and rubs his arm.

He has a mighty respect for her.

He could take her up in his fingers and eat her like a quail--the one satisfactory method of eating a quail is unfortunately practised only by ogres--but he does not want to eat her.

He goes on his knees, and invites her to chew any portion of him that may please her dainty taste.

In short he makes the very silliest ass of himself, and the elfin princess, who of course has come into contact with the Real Beautiful Young Man of the Story Books, won't have anything to do with the Ogre; and if he is more rumbustious than he ought to be, generally finds a way to send him packing.