Letting out a peal of laughter of her own, Mel raised an eyebrow at him and took a jab back at him in an attempt to cover up the flush of colour that had entered her cheeks at his compliment on her beauty. "Afraid of climbing, are you?" came her retort, it amused her to think that the Drow would be so comfortable with descending downwards into the very earth itself, to live underground and away from the light, and yet it seemed that they were all afraid to be more than an inch or two above the ground, while it was really no different at all, if not [i]easier[/i] and less nerve racking, she thought, to climb up into the canopy.