"Different worlds." Puck answered, but he noted the age with a grin. "I should clarify-- in my version of the world as I know it, I'm considered old. But to you, I'd be young. Just shy of three and a half centuries old."

He nodded. "If he has to stack magic like he has been, then that would tie together. I don't know how his replenishing works, but even mine is finite depending on what I do. I never have to use something or someone else as a battery, however. Just a few naps resets things. Why kill them if he needs their power?" Puck arched an eyebrow. "He can't even--"

He looked off to the side and barked a laugh. "If he has to kill them to get their power, that's another tell."