action;
[Puck notices the blush, but doesn't comment on it. Children and their love woes don't, as a rule, hold much interest to him. It's always fun to know he's made a correct guess, all the same.]
Oh, might she, now? [He shifts to pillow his chin in his hands as if he expects her to elaborate further, but:] The warning is appreciated. Ever so sweet of you.
[And it's taken relatively seriously too, despite the nonchalant tone. Puck is confident in his abilities, but he hasn't survived all these millennia by being foolish.]