*looks at you, utterly bewildered, but it is not the near-vacant expression of the truly naïve so much as honest confusion, with a flash of angry hurt* How on Órë am I smacking you in the face with a man who is your friend as much as he is your boss? *does not even start on that part where Ecthelion has been a part of him for longer than he has known you*
And of course I'm pissed that you don't trust me. Eru, Erestor! We've been friends for thousands of years. *runs his hand through his hair, his entire posture tight and unhappy (has he completely misunderstood you?)*