Bartholomeow walks forward between the door and the guests, calmly, raising his hands in a placating manner, "Ladies, ladies. I'm sure our friend, the drow here, has no idea what he's just walked into and is very sorry for what he just implied. But I think I have a solution..." He whips his hand around at the man, fangs showing, "Mop the floor with these misogynistic sonsovbitches!"