Rumple turns back from his scrutinizing the hallway, frowning at her, and suddenly he regrets not going for his sword when he did... but that's ridiculous. Everyone knows Regina's Real is a far more decent sort these days, unlike his Real.

"Really," he drawls, skeptically. "And what exactly should I be worrying about." He doesn't retreat, however- that would be the cowardly thing to do. He just straightens up a little bit, even if it doesn't really help his height much.