Maleficent didn't even bother to glare any longer. His inane chatter wasn't worth her ire or anything as far as she was concerned. The fact he was still yammering away only solidified her initial assessment of him. He was of no consequence, though that didn’t mean she couldn’t gather information from him that would lead somewhere.
“What an awful name you have,” she informed him, smiling that grin that made most around her uncomfortable in an instant. There was nothing sweet about it, reminding many of the look a creature had before it devoured its latest meal whole. She neared him for a moment, circling with her cape billowing in the wind. Her staff she held outright a tad, power crackling from it in case he attempted to near her. “So simple. So baseless. And yet you think you can help?”
She laughed at that, the sound high and without any charm or mirth to it. “And how, pray tell, could a simpleton like you truly help anyone?” Her smile grew at that statement, knowing it would cut deep into the man before her. More deeply than any wounds she could inflict with metal and steel. That was what people seemed to forget nowadays. It was better to cut deeply and let it linger, fester than to end it all in one swift motion.