*listens to this stream of...whatever it is you're saying with something akin to amused horror*
*pats the top of your head, humoring you* You know the job's yours as soon as my-boyfriend-your-would-be-former...forget it...as soon as Glorfindel wouldn't take it personally. Which may be never. You are horrifically drunk. Does Egalmoth know he's whipped? Don't ever, ever tell him.