He relaxed slightly, before sudden instinct had him dodging the vial, rather than trying to catch it. It was just as well he did, as he used the dodge to get more momentum into the blow, and then hissed as the acid hit him, realizing it was an acid flask. He shuddered, having figured it was poison, not acid, and forced himself to dismiss the mental image of her drinking it like he had suspected. Instead, he wrapped the sapling around his waist and back, before stripping the drow to her undergarments. Done removing her weapons and other items, he then tossed her over his shoulder, and double timed back to the main room, whistling tunelessly, as he restored his glamour. He was exhausted by his actions, but figured it was a good day.