You know, master of the elements. All creatures of the fairy must bend to my will, dominion over the mortals, that sort of thing. You should see us all at the high festivals, hoards of elves and hobgoblins kneeling at my feet. Magnificent!

When we had the festivals, at any rate.

[He's gone from pouty to sighing dramatically. Oh, the good old days.]

You just don't get the turn out you used to.