*already walking out the door* I've been told I lack a sense of humor, yes. But I'm sure Lord Salgant will be able to write you a letter of recommendation. *his voice fading as he walks down the hall* Kindly take a hike before we have to scrub your blood out of the carpets.
*practically barricades himself in his office and drops into his chair, digging out his personal cell phone (he probably shouldn't be dialing while his blood is up, but oh well)* ...Hi, Tristan? It's Ecthelion. I know it's late notice, but I was wondering if you're free tonight?