The sight of the male drow sent a chill through her body.  While she knew that the females were truly the vicious ones, she'd also seen the males fighting in battle, with a ferocity and cold calculation that was frightening.  The drow did few things out of emotion, tending toward a cold and detached hatred that made them deadly as assassins and warriors.  The fact that this particular one easily met her gray eyes without having to crane his neck helped increase that ball of leaden fear that had decided to take up house in her stomach.  And she knew that he would not hesitate to use the blade he so deftly wielded.<br/><br/>Thus it was that her eyes remained as defiant and aloof as she dared while her sore jaw worked slowly and her tongue darted over moist lips.  At the mention of a drink, her gaze latched onto the flask, and she realized exactly how thirsty she really was.  Small teeth closed over her lower lip, worrying it nervously before she nodded in response, leaning forward to accept the drink.<br/><br/>"Please..."  Her voice croaked out, sounding much less than elegant.  Its sound pained her own sensitive, pointed ears, and she winced.  Standing there nude before him did not seem to disturb her as much as the sound of her cracking voice; but then, the elves never had been known for their modest natures.