Maleficent gazes a bit more intensely at him — her eyes widening just ever-so-slightly; it's almost a hidden thing, an invisible little gesture of her surprise. No one has ever offered to compromise their safety for hers; Diaval is certainly loyal enough, and he has proven he would die alongside of her if he must, but someone being so willing to perish in her place, to leave her to avenge them... it is new. Of course, he is clearly something very strong, and used to immortality; perhaps it is true that he's simply so powerful such a thing could not harm him. But if it did.....

The fey stares for a moment longer, almost as though uncertain. But then she slowly dips her own head a little again, red mouth pursing thoughtfully. "Very well. No wonder you wear the likeness of a dragon, tonight." She means this as a compliment of her own — whether it's bravery or true courtesy or for another reason, the man is not easily deterred from a potentially deadly scenario. Of course, as he'd said, he has plenty of experience with strange drinks. What is daunting for her may not be so for him.

But if he is harmed, she will certainly be unleashing the wrath of her own dragons.

So Maleficent moves with him that way, towards the bar, gazing around at the wall of drinks lined up and sparkling, the brilliant human concoctions. She can smell them; they're very potent. The fey lifts a slender hand, gesturing slowly around; it should be his decision which one to sample. "Do you have a preference?"