"Me? Touch you? I never!" Nabriel said, looking offended and completely unconcerned about the blade at his throat. "Of course I would happily do so if you were to indicate such desire, for I am Nabriel! Magical wonder and appreciator of the female form, which may I say you are a fine example of the latter. From your crown of fresh fallen snow to your strong but flawless ankles and feet." He said, looking from said head to foot of the Drow.