"There are those who say that a Puck can be a dangerous, wicked creature,brethren to the Devil Himself. Undoing a day's work. Spoiling food. Giving frights in the night, and stealing kisses and worse in the dark. And that the price of capturing one and claiming it for one's own is beyond the capacity of mortals to understand how dear it can be," he murmured in an idle tone, but his eyes gleamed. "Do you believe such tales, Lady? Would you still desire one for your bower? Or are you made of sterner stuff, dancing along the line that separates bravery from foolhardiness?"