He saw her through the bodies that milled and danced and laughed in merriment all around them. It was hard to miss one such as her, and he'd found her previous presence almost soothing. Something akin to like calling to like. He'd liked her hair loose before; it spoke more to that wild nature that he could scent in the blood that thrummed through her veins, but there was a regalness to the new look. Something that spoke more than the flare of magic in her eyes that this thing, this thing would be deadly to the touch.

Her lips are a flare of red to match the ruby in his mask as she smiles and makes her way closer. He meets it with a pleased expression of his own. "Not nearly so much as yours suits you, Lady. I'd be remiss in not saying that you look delightfully dangerous." Other ladies, other females that were merely human might take that the wrong way. He rather hoped Maleficent took it in the spirit it was meant; honest respect and admiration.