His face fell to some degree, mostly at the reactions of some of the women, but he kept a slight grin.  The childishness was gone from his voice now.<br/><br/>"What can I say?  I'm new at this."<br/><br/>Then his foot lashed out.  Catching the drow on the right knee, he shattered the bones and dislocated the leg.  Before the drow could react with any spells, he punched the figure in the throat, crushing his windpipe.  Finally he grabbed the back of the elf's head and smashed his face into the bar, which he willed to remain intact so the full force of a more than ordinary blow would go completely toward damaging the drow.