Pan: Quickly Your Majesty, give him to me. The full moon is high in the sky. We can open the portal.
Ofelia: What is that in your hand?
Pan: The portal will only open if we offer the blood of an innocent. Just a drop of blood: a pinprick, that's all. It's the final task.
Pan: Hurry. You promised to obey me. Give me the boy!
Ofelia: No! My brother stays with me.
Pan: You would give up your sacred rights for a brat you barely know?
Ofelia: Yes, I would.
Pan: You would give up your throne for him? He who has caused you such misery, such humiliation?
Ofelia: Yes, I would.
Pan: As you wish, Your Highness.