*smiles benignly to hide her amusement that you're still so easily intimidated* Thank you.
*walks briskly to her side of the table once more and sets about packing her ome beautiful weapon of glorious fuck-uppery away, speaking at you over her shoulder all the while* (*doesn't think you're cowardly enough to sneak out behind her back, at least*)
I'm sure you're aware that Lord Glorfindel's concert has already sold out? The curse of the popular, you know. The idea's been broached that we might arrange for a second site and simul-cast the show via big screens and bigger speakers. *stands on her toes (damn, she misses being taller sometimes) to peer down into the case's interior, wondering if she ought to take out the shells and polish them, just to fuck with you a little more?*
*continues, business-like* The second site would allow for double the ticket sales, of course, which would have the added benefit of increasing the number of out-of-towners we could accomodate. You know his Majesty's opinions of the tourism trade. "Enjoy Beautiful Gondolin!" and all that.