For all of the grief she'd given him about his pursuit of knowledge, Maleficent figures he might have stuck his nose into things here, found something out with that persistence of his. And it seems she's right, falling silent to listen to what the young man relays to her. She's been mostly avoiding the people here, the ones without the yellow sigils marking them as part of the same category as herself. She doesn't know they're after secrets..... so she's staring at Victor intently, actually looking quite interested in what he's saying.

"They want secrets?" The fae's mouth tightens, purses as she looks out at the crowd. That is.... worrisome. She doesn't care for that at all.

But they don't seem concerned to hear them? Her brows quirk again as she returns her gaze to Victor, confused by this contradiction of information. His agitation that she'd noted from across the room suggests that he is, too.

"What a conundrum." She mulls softly. "Either way, I have no interest in sharing any secrets of my own. And I suggest you do the same. Secrets hold great power, in fae magic. I imagine they hold just as much power in this place."