Cravings? How interesting. So not only is he condemned to feast on blood, but he does actively crave it... most likely enjoys it, even. Maleficent's eyes seem to flash with curiosity, the inhuman glow of them brightening; she is in no way frightened of him, simply intrigued further. What she'd witnessed of his abilities — how his form itself could shatter into countless living beings all working as one — had enthralled her. Humans might see him more as beast than man. And she has always enjoyed the company of beasts more than mankind.

"If blood is what your tongue desires, feel free to indulge in it tonight, rather than these human drinks." Her eyes glitter further, almost sparkling. Perhaps he doesn't have any of those sachets with him tonight, but if he does...? "I am not afraid of your curse."

"Truthfully, I am not altogether certain," she admits then, tapping a long nail against her glass thoughtfully. "I was orphaned as a girl, and lived away from my kind. I have only recently learned what I am." Mere weeks ago, really. She learned of the Dark Fey's existence, and her own role within them. Yet she still feels like an outsider amongst them.

"I have lived my whole life in nature's embrace, however. My magic stems from my connection with it. If I were to be separated from the earth for long... perhaps I would indeed be weakened." She doesn't know for sure. Even here in this gilded city, she finds ways to remain connected to the earth.