Don't worry about that! I'm kind of hogging the action here...
[[OOC: And I'm actually re-telling and translating an old children's story from memory. I can't take any credit.]]
Who knows? He actually didn't answer her. [Artful pause. Puck can see that she finds the story engaging. He loves an invested audience.] "For several long seconds he sat quietly, not meeting the gaze of the troll. 'I don't love anyone', he said at long last. 'There's no one who can perform that task.' 'Are you not only saying that', asked the troll crone, 'because you don't want that person to die?' When he didn't answer, she went on: 'Are you not only saying that because you know that if you say who it is you love, that person will risk death for your sake without hesitation?' And then she turned to the maid. 'Because you will. Is that not so, girl?' Now the maid, of course, was very taken aback. Did he truly love her like she loved him? How long had he felt that way? But there was no time for such thoughts: she knew what she must do, and so, she looked over to where the baby troll was still sitting chained to a tree right next to the house, and started walking towards it. 'Don't!' the boy called out. 'You've already given up your life to help me; I don't want you to die on top of that.' But she wouldn't listen, and, praying that the little troll would somehow, miraculously, not bite her when she came close, the maid strode up to it. The troll growled threateningly at her, barring all its sharp fangs, but she gathered her courage, took its head between her hands and gave it a kiss straight on the mouth. The troll was so surprised that it stopped its growling and instead just sat there, dumbfounded.
'Now both tasks have been done', the troll crone said, 'and by morning the poison will be completely gone. Now you must free our child, and then return with us to our home in the mountains.' Not wanting to risk coming too close to the chained troll again, the maid untied the end of the rope around the tree. As soon as it felt the rope slacken, the troll rushed past her, past the farmers, jumped straight over the fence into the waiting arms of its mother. You'd never again see that much ugliness in one place now that all the trolls were gathered in one spot, but the troll crone hugged and kissed her child as if it were the most precious treasure regained. The boy hurried as well as he could over to the maid to see that she were unharmed before taking her hands in his. 'You love me enough to do all this for me, and now I'm never to see you again?' he said. 'Now that I finally know how you feel about me?' 'I gave my word to go with them', she answered. 'As long as you will live, I can be happy just knowing that.'
At this point, although the maid and the boy couldn't see it since they were so busy with each other, the baby troll reached up to whisper something in its mother's ear. After a moment, the crone spoke: 'Little girl, my child says that he has grown fond of you over these past days, and he now asks me to free you from our service and let you stay on this farm. I cannot deny my sweet child anything, so therefore, you are free.'
You can imagine how happy this made all the humans present, the boy and the maid in particular. They thanked the trolls over and over and would even have them come inside for coffee, but the trolls said no: they'd much rather return to the mountains with their child. And so they took their leave — the trolls all got to return to their home, the maid got to remain at her home; everyone was happy. As for the love story between her and the farmers' boy? Why, they got married that same summer."