Belle: You were going to tell me about your son.
Rumplestiltskin: I'll tell you what. I'll make you a deal. Go to town,
and fetch me some straw. When you return, I'll share my tale.

Belle: But... Town? Y-you trust me to come back?
Rumplestiltskin: Oh, no. I expect I'll never see you again.

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