*doesn't quite believe you (at least, in part, because he rarely trusts anyone)* *sits back, a little disconcerted, though he manages to keep that under wraps*
It's not desperately welcome, Maeglin.
*comes to a conclusion* I don't believe you. I don't expect you to tell me what you're doing, though that would be the sensible thing to do. *reaches for his coffee* You can be sure that I will continue to keep an eye on you. In Beleriand and in Gondolin.