[Puck could be kind, even when joking around. Another balancing act. He gave a thoughtful hum before remarking simply] Your smile really is lovely. But to answer that..

[He fell quiet, considering. It was a good question.] Why would a king bestow something onto new subjects upon arrival? To build good will, is my guess. 'Look! You're in this strange new world but I'm good enough to give you a bit of magic. I'm so wonderful, get busy singing my praises for the sun rises with me.' Wait. No.. Not just good will.

[Puck seemed to realize what he'd said a second after, eyes widening a bit. He recalls another line from a second Shakespeare play he'd been taken to by Xanatos during a rare down time.]

'The sun himself is weak and gathers strength. Doubt the sun does move. Doubt the truth to be a liar.. But never doubt that I love.'

[Puck exhaled and looked at Loki, eyes narrowing as the answer clicks.] Love. It's.. It's to build a sense of love. ["What's the most hurtful thing you could do to a ruler and their kingdom? Make their subjects love you after you take it over." Puck's own words come back to hit him like a glass of ice water.] The most hurtful thing you could do. You could foster a sense of love. Even if it's just in a small bottle.