The spit hit her face, but she didn't so much as flinch.  A grin crossed her face, a cruel, evil grin.  A grin that would have looked perfectly fine upon one of Llolth's chosen... backed not by hate though, but by righteous fury and holy rage...<br/><br/>"You haven't pissed off a<em>real</em>Drow before... have you?" she said, softly, tightening her hand on his throat as she shifted, moving to pin his body solidly with her knees, allowing her to wrap both of her hands around his throat "One who has<em>seen</em>what Llolth's people do, and how they work!  One who can<em>speak</em>and<em>write</em>our people's native tongue fluently, instead of talking like a<em>small child</em>with shit grammar and malformed letters!  One who knows there is no '<em>House</em>' Teken'urden!  One who knows how to get<em>actual</em>cold iron and drow steel to craft a dagger from if she wished!  One who knows what a Drow's Debt of Blood is, that even Eilistraee recognizes and allows when harm has befallen the innocent!"<br/><br/>Her arms were straining from her grip, her nails tearing his flesh open from the pressure, blood pouring from his neck as she continued to squeeze the life from him, slowly, painfully... blood pooling upon the desk beneath him...<br/><br/>"The only prison you'll see is your cage in the Abyss, strung up by you balls with a spiked chain run through your mouth and out your ass!" she growled, still digging in harder, harder "And I, *I* will get the joy of knowing that you're getting there slowly, coldly, in the dark, and alone at my hands and with fear in your very soul!"<br/><br/>She leaned in close, whispering softly in his ear in perfect Undercommon...<br/><br/><em>"I think my Mistress would approve of my actions... do you?"</em>