*with every fibre of his constitution manfully doing his best to tune out your whining long enough to finish with Ecthelion* It's a shame you know. Gonna have to start a Tri-city tournament just to get some real challenges competition. If Glorfindel maintained a 10 ft perimeter... yeah no the End would still be Nigh.
for your gentle, cock-loving kind
*has managed to avoid looking at you until that last bit* *looks at Ecthelion as he tries not to obviously ball a fist* (This is true friendship alright?)
*takes a few heavy, muscled slow steps on the way to the door, allowing himself to glower loom as he passes you* Well that's real generous of you Salgant. Must distract you from the album sales I guess.