Hook scowled at the lion, continuing to lean against Maleficent desk while he dabbed his forehead with a handkerchief. The beast was out of line, regardless if Maleficent chose to acknowledge it or not. He had no business following him, especially when he had specifically told him to wait. Perhaps he had made a mistake by bringing the lion here. If he could not follow such simple instruction as waiting somewhere, what use could he truly be to them? The pirate’s eyes narrowed from under his knit brows while he continued to watch Scar. No, even if the lion proved… ‘difficult’, he was confident he would be of use when the time arose.

“He has proven most ‘quaint’ a creature.” He said, slowly approaching the pair while he stuffed his pink handkerchief back into his sleeve. However, even then, Hook was certain to keep his distance from Scar. “It would appear as though he has attained control of the Heartless. How such a creature of poor acuity could grasp such ability remains to be seen but I believe he may very well be of use to us. Our numbers have regrettably declined while it would appear our dearest friends, Organization Thirteen’s, have remained invariable.”