[ If he were clearly only a human man, Maleficent would be giving him more of those cold glares after his staring — she does not care much for mortal men giving her wings so much attention. But whatever he is, he is surely some sort of Other, with eyes like that. The overall look to him, as well: he seems more suitable amongst the fae creatures than human men.

So there's a curiosity keeping her there, even if she does maintain her sharp edge, intending to make sure he'll know to take her for a potential threat. She must always make sure of that. ]

Indeed. It seems this little soiree has every intent of lasting on and on, and making certain we become a part of it. [ That's her impression, anyway. They've been put into specific clothing and forced to wear masks that won't budge. The Powers That Be are trying to force assimilation, from her perspective.

Which is why she won't. There are no drinks to be found in her hand, no dancing (god, never). ]

Do you suppose if they were to be killed instead, we would freed?

[ ...Maleficent, no. ]