*rolls his eyes at you (why are you being such a drag?) and is fully prepared to protest further until—*
Fountain Second's prerogative.
*actually opens his mouth to retort (Harp Second's prerogative) before shutting it again with a near-audible snap*
*addresses Ecthelion with a concerned sort of pleasantness as he relinquishes his hold on him* Goodnight, sir. I hope you feel better in the morning. The offer will still stand. *takes a seat next to Salgant and smiles at you* Goodnight, Erestor.