He blinked, before bringing up a map of the abyssal lairs. After a moment of consideration, he shook his head. "No, the planes are too far from mine in the Desolate Plains to allow for ease of relief if they are attacked. How about two thousand of your best and brightest drow females to serve me, including one of your less trusted daughters for my personal amusement?"<br/><br/>He figured that would be a resoundingly big no, but it was what he thought she MIGHT go as high as, if he hadn't prompted her.