"Ahh, yes, one of my personal favorites," he replies, with a barking laugh, as the elven deities struggle against their insulting weapons, for a few moments, and laughter ripples around the room. "Sadly, I pulled that one, last time, and it's ever so frustrating to have people not laugh, because you've already done it. Surely you understand, right?" He laughs, again, however, as Draiss sits on a whoopee cushion, placed there exactly as he sat.