He doesn't move at all. He sees no threat in them, not even with the thoughts they harbor. He thinks he would well be able to defend himself from the worst of a child's temper, though that is unlikely given how timid they seem.

"Anything is capable of hurt. Even a simple pebble can be fatal in the right circumstances. I have never found much use for conforming, unless it is for survival." And it tastes bitter in his mouth, certainly, to have to do such things to survive.

It is still a novelty, to see humans - or, at least, creatures that look like humans - that do not know what he is.

"A drow. A dark elf. You are not familiar?"