❝ And where is it that you want me, Maleficent? ❞ The coy lilt to her tone and gleam in her eyes make it obvious she already knows, but wants to hear it said nonetheless. Part of her would love nothing more than to see Maleficent tear her mother limb from limb, or swallow her whole, but the love that was etched into her heart could not be buffed out or smothered over. For better or worse Cora was her mother, and she would always love her. At the agreement, Regina grins and turns on her heel, leaving the dragon to follow or be left behind.
❝ I think you know where. ❞ She offers it both as vaguely and suggestively as possible, hoping to see the young queen’s mind aflutter with ideas and wonderment. Her voice is like honey, thick with a false sweetness, intended only to trap her little bee. But it seems her plan doesn’t go quite as smoothly as she’d hoped, as her queen saunters off ahead without her. ❝ Is this normally how you treat your guests? Leave them to wander these frigid halls twelve steps behind you? I have to say it’s not the sort of hospitality I was expecting. ❞