"I'm quite certain you're not of my world," says Rumpelstiltskin with a genuine disregard for the profound effect that little demonstration generated. "Nor are you from mine."

This much, at least, has been proven obvious to him. It does not particularly matter from what world this man hails; he has power, and this is of interest to the Dark One.

"In the context of our separate realms," he smiles, thin and inviting, "does it truly matter?"