It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Tiberius Stormwind, a dragonborn sorcerer . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, The king speaks, You're kneeling before this false idol. This impostor- 
 Silence!
DM: At which point two of the other ones nearby kind of look at each other and look back at the one who's on on the ground. They put their hammers down, and they kneel as well. At which point, in the back, you see the two throned figures stand up. One of which you can barely see in the dim light outside of your Light spell that's currently gleaming above you. This long, almost-touching-the-floor black, braided beard that drags right over this heavy-set plate of jagged black iron metal. A giant sword in his hand. "You're kneeling below this false idol."
Player: Silence!
DM: "This imposter!"
Player: As I cast-- As I say silence, I blow a big plume of fire out of my mouth, and I cast Control Flames.
DM: So the light (pff).
Player: I don't cast Control Flames. I just do the Fireball for effect. I don't do Control Flames, because that's a concentration spell.
DM: All right, so you do Fireball. Where are you casting Fireball? Or just doing it to do it?
Player: Just (fwoosh).
DM: Plume of flame. Roll an intimidation check.
