*totally gets (she thinks) why you don't want her running off to your boss, though this problem with Glorfindel is still a mystery; it's not like nobody's ever been a jerk to him before, and you've probably got the biggest pass around, being: a) an old friend, b) a fellow gay, and c) demonstrably Fucked Up in the Head*
*nods and seemingly returns her attention to the TV screen, where the opening credits are running in the midst of a stock titty bar scene* All right. In the event of freakout, no Bubbles and no Buttercup.