*focuses entirely on your words, not dwelling on his previous thought (it's none of my business) or what would be the surprising notion (if he took the time to think about it) that you yourself might once have been the target of Glorfindel's fickle attentions*
*shakes his head in something like disapproval* Too late. Yet here you are. Do you truly think so little of my second-in-command?
*is already on his feet when a nurse swiftly enters the room to help ease your pain, and it's no wonder when most of the floor can hear you choking to death, and it's so frustrating that here he is powerless to do anything useful, even if there are plenty of healers to pick up the slack*