*is a little confused because he thought this was the nicest hotel in Gondolin (that's why he poured over all of those tourist guides (issued by his own House)) but quickly assumes that, perhaps, you have simpler tastes and is instantly remorseful that maybe you are uncomfortable with this* *puts your bags down and rubs the back of his neck* Well, I can have a word with the foreman, maybe pull it forward as much as possible?
*shoves his hands into his pockets and nods towards the phone* Uh. You said you wanted tea? Will I call down?