Her mouth parts, revealing a true smile — indeed, coming from him, it is taken as compliment. "Delightfully dangerous. I quite like the sound of that."

She does; there is a certain pride in being dangerous; it is something she has used as a means of control and power over the scrambling humans that encountered her in the past. It does not hurt her heart in any way to be seen as a source of terror from them; she enjoyed it. The quake of a man's knees as he faced her, the way his fingers trembled with whatever crafted weapon was held in his hands. Sometimes they dropped their weapons, when they came across her, saw her. She enjoyed that.

Tonight there are no screaming humans running from Maleficent, but it is nice to hear that she looks dangerous all the same, and she lets Vlad see the pleasure in her smile. "Are you managing to enjoy yourself at this little social gathering we have been so compelled to attend?"