The shifty talk-it-up little kind of evil is very cunning and charming. After being unleashed it chats up the knights for awhile and offers them all mead, then sticks its hands in its pockets, whistles a happy tune, and strolls down the road on its little kind of evil way.

Afterwards the half-inebriated knights all smile at each other and say, "You know, that was the nicest evil I ever met."