*looks to be just as bewildered as Glorfindel by your abrupt manner until you return with the extra chair* *oh. right.*
*leads Glorfindel into the office (the poor thing is already stressed; that much is plain from the vice grip on his hand) and carefully extracts his fingers from Glorfindel's so he can offer his hand for you to shake*
Dr. Murphy. I'm Ecthelion. I hope it's all right that I'm here?