*looks over some of Salgant's replies to Mrs. Worthington, every word carefully chosen, every sentence both perfectly obsequious and very subtly mocking (so subtly that he wouldn't be surprised if she didn't pick up on it), every thought a seemingly benign acceptance of her judgment*
*and everywhere, his (Ecthelion's) own name—*
Lord Ecthelion's own recommendation assure you that Lord Ecthelion deems this a most valuable endeavor such exceptional taste as befits even Lord Ecthelion
*—but only ever attached to the intiatives he would deem valuable and important, never Salgant's own pet endeavors*
*sits back and exhales, hardly knowing what to do with this information (he holds me the knight and himself the fool)* *looks around the office, at all the photos of Salgant with wealthy and influential people (so many people), seeing them in an entirely new light (conquests)*