*easily enough* Fine. *gestures down the corridor* I'll walk with you. I'm going downstairs anyway.
*starts to turn the corner and pulls up short, momentarily guarded (were we overheard?) when he sees someone else standing there*
*smiles with real, open warmth, the hesitation vanishing when he sees it's you* My lord Glorfindel. *nods at Yates, who has tossed him a casual salute and gone on ahead after greeting you respectfully*