*quite cheerfully* Yes, well, really just my Second. But it's okay! His annual review is nearly due. *remembering the envelope in his hands for the first time since he stopped in* Here, I have visual aids. Maybe you can help me decide which to sell.
*(and his reasoning here is simple, really: (a) everyone knows you've been fucking Ecthelion; (b) if Ecthelion's been fucking you, it probably means he cares about you; (c) you probably won't even flinch, when everybody knows you'll fuck anything that moves, but (d) if there's even a chance you might become a bit irritated with your current fucktoy, it's a chance worth taking)* *has a hard time hating you, in reality; you're completely irrelevant to anything important and mostly you're just easy to mock (in the same way Idril is)*
*pulls several enlarged photographs from the envelope in his hand (Lucas kissing Ecthelion, Ecthelion's hands on his shoulders; Lucas kissing Ecthelion's cheek, their hands touching on Ecthelion's thigh; Lucas' arm around Ecthelion's waist, his lips on his skin)*