Nathe thought about that, but then smiled. "Ah, good then," he replied, acting as if he wasn't currently a prisoner. "I look forward to it. I do hope that your leader is more reasonable than your patrols." He knew it was an underhanded jab at the man currently taking him into custody, but he needed to see the restraint. Drow would typically not put up with this attitude from their prisoners. So far, despite being an unpleasant fellow, the leader hadn't laid a finger on him. Most prisoners presented to the drow leader was more than just incapacitated. He'd be bruised and beaten, needing to be nursed back to consciousness. "So, where is this leader of your's? Do you only hide yourselves up in the trees or do you have some buildings down here as well?"