*looks up at you when you move over next to him (so close, god, do you always stand this close to Ecthelion? and how does he stand it? doesn't the way your hair shines and the scent of your perfume sort of transcend stupid things like sexual orientation?)*
*not even listening anymore* Oh. *picks up the stack of papers from the inbox and drops them again with a thump* This stuff is all today? Seriously? What the fuck? *clears his throat (NEWSFLASH, FUCKWIT: SHE THINKS YOU'RE ECTHELION)* Ah. My goodness. It certainly seems like a lot of work. *smiles dazzlingly (as heroes do!)* Not that I'm not up to the task, of course. Not that I like to say so. Being so...humble. And...nice. And I'm sure the work is...swell. How many boards and committees am I on these days?
*feels the unmistakable vibration of a cell phone in his pocket and reaches in to disconnect the call (from the number Ecthelion has said he would never fail to answer at any time, day or night)*