"I think that's the point now," she says, pleased by the thought. Too pleased by it, probably, to sufficiently warm enough people to have anything like adoring masses; her charm is something of an acquired taste. "There's no one to be better than if everyone's marvelous. Someone has to be not marvelous."

Her lips quirk and she glances toward the castle -

"Aren't we lucky, then, with all of these people ready to fill that gap."

Speaking of claws.