The witch yawned, bearing a... «Kissing the Witch: Old Tales in New Skins»

The witch yawned, bearing a few black teeth. Tell me now, what would you do for him?
I stopped to think. If he was drowning, I said slowly, I suppose I'd jump in the sea to save him. I'd forget father and mother and sisters for his sake. I'd . . I'd weave nettles with my bare hands.
Not particularly useful in this case. She sighed. No point my telling you he's not worth it, I suppose.
You've never seen him!
I don't need to, little girl. I've seen enough men in my time. Whoever he is, he's not worth what you'll pay.
But-
But I can see by your face that you're sick for him. If he was ugly as Lucifer you'd still see the sun shining out of his breeches and the stars in the leavings on his plate. No matter how greedy he may be you'll think everything belongs to him by right. No matter how stupid he is you'll think he converses like an angel. Am I right?