“I know enough from the way you lash out in anger at what I say.” She laughed again, thoroughly amused at the situation. “You’re not hard to read. No one truly is, but you. It’s all right there on your face. You think yourself capable, don’t you? But do your friends truly believe you to be so? Or do they hide their true thoughts from you? Don’t trust you to know their inner selves, hmm?” And even if it wasn’t so, picking at him was entirely too much fun. Toying with people, making them doubt themselves and endure pain was a hobby. Something to wile away the time while working to take over the world. How she’d missed it in the last few years with her focus on finding the damn girl.
“A place for the displaced? I don’t think they’d want me there, child.” For though she may have looked young, she was old. Not as old as some with her power, but old enough to have seen many kingdoms rise and fall. Usually through her own making. “Nor do I plan to be here long.”
His sword was withdrawn now, and she hardly cared for what he thought he might be able to do with it. But she rose a bit in the air just same. “How do I get home? Or who might know more on how to do so?” Maleficent didn’t think the man before her would have many answers. Or if he did, they wouldn’t be the most accurate.