*Whiles away his time on his laptop, surfing around on the internet (via a 16MB per second broadband connection, courtesy of SúlimoNet, a subsidiary of Súlimo EnterprisesInc).*
*Really did mean to check the newsfeeds to see what's going on in the outside world but wound up clicking his way through to a chatroom of ill-repute.*
*Gets into a scintillating conversation with a charming young lady with the moniker, f0xygrrl_69.*
*peers at the screen* And she's wearing a black lace bra and crotchless panties. I'm so glad she felt able to open up to you on such short acquaintance.
*moves away from you and begins to straighten the already-immaculate furniture*
*looks at you for a long moment* Perhaps you would prefer to dine alone?
*waits until the maid arrives* Alice? I'll be taking my lunch on the balcony. If I could have today's papers brought out? Marvellous. And, no, I doubt Lord Súlimo will be joining him. Dad knows what direct sunlight will do to him.
*to Alice, in a loud enough voice for you to hear* Oh, now. I'm not sure about this. This steak is far too well done. You should know that Lord Manwë likes his meat still bleeding.
And I do believe that you were the one engaging in cyper-relations with some common-or-garden girl even though you are married to a young and beautiful woman.
*points her knife at you* Just because it doesn't take me any effort to look like this doesn't mean that it's easy.
Well gee Varda, maybe I wouldn't do that if you spoke to me about things other than reconcilliation reports, growth targets and the latest news in mergers and acqui-fucking-sitions.
*composedly* Perhaps it would be nice if for once, you showed some interest in your company. We took over Lenwë Timber last week and you said nothing. Not a word. Not a flicker because you were too busy watching Dad-knows-what on that damned flatscreen of yours.
*Seeing as you've agreed to use your Domain to help his mental health, will not mention how very close he came to blowing your damn papers right off the balcony.*