Havelock Vetinari

That irritates Puck, actually. He's seen the mortal now when he thought himself alone; any tricks are clearly on his part. If one is going to dissemble, one ought to do it well.

"I see you are a scholar," he observes, with an arch of his eyebrows. He hasn't yet deigned to move from his spot on the floor, and is therefore sprawled by Havelock's chair so that everybody else has to go round him.