*throws up his hands* No, Glorfindel, I didn't. I don't know what you heard, but that's another matter entirely.
I can't tell you
You can't tell me? *wryly, an edge of bitterness in his tone even though you look so guarded, his heart aches* It's top secret, is it?
I'd rather stay with you
*frowns, even more boggled now because he can't in any way reconcile this with everything else you're saying* *faltering somewhat (cooling, too)* I don't understand. You want me to sleep, you want me to go out. You want to stay, you want to leave. What do you want?