[This is an artisan at the peak of his career, Megamind. Shame on you for not appreciating the finer whiffs of brimstone! It took him at least a dozen years to perfect that single nuance.]

It's rude, actually.

[Short of coughing up one sputter of sulphurous smoke, his voice has returned to normal - if pitched to be heard.

Bartimaeus crosses his arms and arches a brow - another fine detail that distance obscures, he'll have you know.]

I said others called me that, but I don't relish the term. It'd be like you looking in the mirror and commenting on how finely blue your turnip head is today.

Therefore, whoever claimed to be that is clearly an imposter.