*nods and sighs* Don't get me wrong. I feel for the guy, I do. It's not like Glorfindel walked into my office one day and said, "Hello, Ehtello, I was wondering..." Well. Actually he wasmuch, much more fairly direct about it. Okay, bad example.
*picks up one of your flowers and rotates the stem between his fingers, that same thought (hello, Ehtello) echoing in his mind* *musingly* I guess the dragon thing makes sense, in some poetic way. Like if he was acknowledging you were taking a risk in answering him. But the rest of it... *abruptly, his gaze locking on you again* Wait. Give me a pen and paper.