[Maleficent turned to drift backwards, a hand lifted to touch the curved snout before she righted herself and went back to beating her wings lazily in the light winds they had.]

Now, why would someone want to get rid of such a beauty?

[That he was the last of his kind struck that sympathetic chord in her, her eyes lifting to find his and give him a knowing look before she turned her attention back to his rider.]

He's a lovely boy and it's easy to see that he's more than fond of you.