<em>And finds himself faced with a mask of shadow. He realized this a split second before the mask was pulled off- the drow hadn't even thought of this himself, it was just as much ritual for him now as anything else. Covering any distinct features in a shifting mask of darkness, the voice issues forth disgustedly.<br/><br/>"You. Touched. Me. Without. Permission."<br/><br/>At this point, he can sense the drow is very much considering killing him. However, the drow sees another way to make things worse.<br/><br/>"Your childish antics are of no interest to me, nor, I should think, to the patrons of this place. Considering how much of a disturbance you seem to be providing from my entrance, I wonder how much applause there will be when a less merciful adventurer, a swordsman, perhaps, cuts off your head."<br/><br/>A sneer is evident in the voice.<br/><br/>"But you're not even worth the energy it would take to swing that sword, let alone my magic."</em>