*is only able to mask his disappointment (my dragon)? relief (you're not him)? because of years of talking back (don't you remember?)* Something like that. *meaning to protest your primping* You look...(perfect) *finally just shrugs (the Salgant you know would never dream of it)*
*turns to leave but stops, wanting to be absolutely sure* *his tone carefully expressionless (but that's some kind of giveaway all its own)* Can you tell Ecthelion I'll need to reschedule that meeting? *his hand tightening on his bag of leftovers* When. Uh. When he gets around to it.