Glorfindel is polite and glances away so Feanor doesn't gouge out his eyes. "It really is," he agrees. The heat doesn't bother him at all, of course.

His yukata and yellow briefs are neatly folded up a little way away from the springs, and his hair is piled on top of his head. "This was an excellent idea the Train had. We should find a way to say thank you."