*manages to tear his eyes away from the screen as the picture finally disappears, to be replaced by the sour-faced woman and her equally sour comments (for all of his popularity, Lord Glorfindel has hardly been a paragon of commitment)*
*works his mouth for a moment, trying to find a few acknowledging words (past the staticky jumble of why didn't he tell me and they aren't obligated to explain themselves)* Mac... are you suggesting I set the reporters on fire?