I'm afraid that I won't become any less 'pretty' as the day goes by. [He says smugly as - with a flash of light, he pulls a spear out from his arm.] However, I can still offer you my humble assistance.

[And so he tries to stab thrust his spear at the mistletoe. The extra reaching power of the the spear should be able to hit it without him getting caught in it.

At least in theory.

The lance is 'frozen' in place just inches from the mistletoe. Jade finds he can't take any steps backwards. Just forwards - closer to the girl.]