She shows no outward signs of approval, but there are reasons one is chosen to fill whims over others.  She leaves him kneeling as she walks back up to her throne.  A spider's body and legs.  But where the upperbody and head belong is her seat.  The back of her seat is webbing, layered and tight.  She sits on this throne and spiders crawl onto her body.  She pauses and growls a bit.<br/><br/>Finally, with a deep breath she starts her demand of him.  "There is an elf.  She is bubbly and cheerful, but not stupid.  She is in charge of many other elves.  We need her power for an event I am not ready to reveal at this time.  We cannot capture her.  We must persuade her to come of her own free will.  It will defeat the plan if we have to force her.  Do what you must to entice her presence here."  The very thought of that elf in her home made her skin crawl.  The thought of playing up to an elf in this manner turns her stomach.  But the plot in play suffices to keep her on track.  "you are dismissed.  You will find the map and supplies you need waiting in your room."   She waves a hand to dismiss him from her presence.  She brings out a handful of chaotic energy and hurls it at one of the standing drow males waiting to serve her.  He spasms as the energy rips through him, leaving him only slightly damaged, but in pain.  He manages to stay his feet and not cry out.  He is well trained.  She watches with approval and frustration.