"Actually yes," you say. "I do want your help."
The slit opens again. "You do? What about this princess, then?"
You sigh and shift your weight onto the other foot. "Alright, alright, I know about a princess. Now will you help me?"
"No. You have nothing to give me." The old woman cackles at the look on your face.
"It was a deal!" you protest.
"Never trust old women like me." The woman winks. "Now, what can you give me?"