Gladly. [Puck answered as the crying ran its course. He leaned into Loki as if he were worried the other would vanish, holding tightly, but not enough to hurt.] I've been avoiding going back for as long as I've been perfecting Owen. But I know that won't always work, and if I were on Earth as I know it, I would expect Oberon to just.. Show up, ready to drag me back so he could tell himself what a great ruler he is, that all of his court pledges so easily.

Because the versions of he and Titania in the Shakespeare play ignore every bit of cruelty they wield, so why would anyone here know otherwise? The loving couple with a court full of cute characters calling their praises and dancing? Even I wanted to believe it for a split second, at first. I won't let some other ruler tell me how I need to listen to him. I know my mind, and I know it's my own.

[He sighed, the fight starting to die down.] I don't think I can squeeze all of that into a short and nice speech as a learning aid for those not aware of fae politics.