Mateiu looked down at his waist as Marianne's whip retracted back into its handle, 'Huh. That could've ended badly.' the hunter thought just before Marianne opened up with yet another bear pun. Brushing aside the whip incident, Mateiu calmly reached into his pocket and stepped towards Marianne with a friendly smile, "Marianne...." he began before pulling out one of the fruit's he'd picked earlier and jammed half of it into the bear hunter's mouth in a blur of motion, "...no more bear puns.".