*wilts a little* Why would you say those words? I don't like them.
*selects a roll for himself and butters it with surprising concentration and dexterity before something in a corner of the room catches his eye* *doesn't move or even breathe for several long seconds, fixated*
*finally taps on your thigh and mutters under his breath* Glorfindel. There's a giant cake over there. It's huge, this cake. Nobody's taking any though so it might be camouflaged. *thinks better of his current stance and curls his hand around your thigh (that's better)* I bet we could grab some. All sneaky-like.