[ Maleficent's eyes flash with an anger that is certainly misplaced; this man has done nothing to warrant it. Yet at the core, her anger stems from disliking, distrusting humanity in general, and she does have her reasons for that. ]

Is that really where your concern lies, in this place? We may be sacrificed to some goddess or god at any moment, and you are speaking of— socks? Is that what you called them?

[ ...Clearly, she doesn't trust their hosts at all, or know what socks are. Her kind don't use them... ]