*blinks* *manages to speak, although his voice barely rises above a whisper* I believe you.
*stares at you, though you are not looking at him and has to bite down inappropriate laughter (I've been fucking the Lord of the Harp??) before he realises that the room, your tone, your gaze have all become a little distant*
*steps closer to you, digging up courage from Eru knows where (but he was always a brave man) and speaking with every ounce of sincerity he possesses* I am so sorry, Ehtello. Some ... intelligence operative I am ... I I was just tired. And scared. ...