"I'm quite rich enough already," the Queen answered.
"I'll make you powerful—make you a great queen."
"I'm one already, thanks," the Queen said.
"I'll give you a broom that you can fly on," the gentleman remarked.
"I can fly without a broom," the Queen said.
"I'll let you drink the elixir," he went on.
"I've had quite enough already," the Queen said.
The demon gnashed his teeth. "Then you won't trade?" he said.
"Certainly not," the Queen answered.
"And you won't marry me?"