"a fair damsel" What the hell, thought Jeff, in his last thought as Jeff.
The world shrank to the four gray walls of a cell. The lovely princess Jeffara wasn't looking too lovely at the moment, as she had been shackled for several days in the absence of grooming and sanitation facilities. She looked up, to see the sneering visage of a somewhat unprepossessing middle aged man wearing a robe and carrying a staff she knew was magic.
"Are you ready to surrender, proud beauty, or do you need a few more days of softening before you become my bride?" asked the man.
At this point, princess Jeffara realized that Jeff's decision to go with the fifty percent mental change had been a huge mistake. Paralyzed between the Jeffara personality, traumatized by her imprisonment, and Jeff, shocked by his unexpected transformation and the unfavorable position he found himself in in the new world, she failed to respond at all.
"No defiance?" said the man "No claims that your fiance Prince Theodred will rescue you, as if he could? Ha! Perhaps you are learning to accept your fate. I will visit again tomorrow, at which point I will expect the right answer!"