*blinks* Yes, I suppose so...shall we get straight to the point then?
*thinks it's rather a good thing your charitable intentions are so transparent if you expect your company to jump right into the deep end without so much as a bit of small talk or introduction*
*steeples his fingers* Yes indeed. You're an open sort of man, Finarfin. I like that.
*waits for his tea to be prepared just as he likes it* *receives his cup and takes a sip*
*sits back comfortably* Excellent. Now. Before we go any further, I should tell you that you needn't be apprehensive. *benevolently* I'm behind you one hundred percent.
*smiles warmly* That's wonderful to hear. I admit I was a little nervous about coming here. I imagine you must get tired of listening to the same solicitous spiel about a thousand times a day.
So when you got in touch with me, well, I was certainly very encouraged, sir.
*laughs* Oh, I don't know about a thousand times a day. But I do hear your sort of case quite often, it's true. I won't lie to you--you're the first such supplicant I haven't sent off on an impossible quest to prove your worth. Those quests tend to end in death and, usually, dismemberment by industrial-strength meat grinder. Not that I've completely ruled out the possibility.
*laughs feebly* Well then. I'm quite honored!!??. *cough*
*wonders what kind of horrors lie in wait for the telemarketers unlucky enough to dial you*
I wish I could promise you that I will be the last such beggar. Not that I'd believe our working relationship could hinder your future generosity, by any means.
*lifts a finger* Don't mistake me; I'd only think of granting such a boon to someone who has no plans to touch my daughter, ever is a model of morality and good character. See that you remain worthy of my esteem.
your future generosity
*takes a cookie from the tea tray and nibbles it delicately* Now what can you mean by that, hmm?
*gives you a strange look* I would never presume to see myself as the beneficiary of such a gift. If I ever fall to corruption of judgment I do hope I will at least retain the presence of mind to name a successor to see to its...due administration.
*scratches his head* Simply that you have shown yourself to be a generous man, sir. What we agree upon here today could never stop a man such as yourself from cementing similar agreements with those other poor men who have as great a need of the good fortune you so kindly give.
*nearly seething* 'Similar agreements'? Do you mean to tell me you intend to spread around my...good fortune, as you call her, once you've finished with her?!
I've heard men assign gender to their ships, but this is ridiculous.
*pauses as he tries to figure out what the hell he said to piss you off so suddenly and thoroughly*
*quickly* Of course not, sir! What you do with it...um...her? later is your own business! I didn't mean to imply...you don't have to share, uh, her at all if you'd rather keep her for yourself! It's perfectly within your rights!
*squeaks* No one would think ill of you, sir! I mean, hopefully they would for the slaying bit... *babbling* After all, you have to keep some for yourself, it's not selfish of you...you have a household to run and a lovely wife and a beautiful, beautiful daughter to feed, and...and...? Money's not exactly a renewable resource!
*takes a very long time to collect himself* *keeps breaking into fits of giggling nevertheless*
No, you moron. Why would I give money to some bleeding-heart charity or *snicker* some fucked-up delusion-slinging church? I was asking you to marry my daughter.
*drums his fingers on his armrest* You honestly don't want to marry Lúthien? The most beautiful child of Ilúvatar in all creation? The woman who seduced a Silmaril from Morgoth himself, [ew]? The most perfect, delightful, brilliant jewel of a child who ever lived? ♥ ♥ ♥
*enunciating very slowly and clearly for fear he'll mess up the words* No. I honestly do not want to marry Lúthien. But thank you for thinking of me, sir.