Lucy Pevensie: Oh, I should go. Mr. Tumnus: It’s too late for that, now. I’m such a terrible faun. Lucy Pevensie: Oh, no. You’re the nicest faun I’ve ever met. Mr. Tumnus: Then I’m afraid you’ve had a very poor sampling. Lucy Pevensie: You can’t have done anything that bad. Mr. Tumnus: It’s not something I have done, Lucy Pevensie. It’s something I am doing. Lucy Pevensie: [suspiciously] What are you doing? Mr. Tumnus: [whispers and in tears] I’m kidnapping you.