Glorfindel was inspired by the company he kept, and Curufin's own wicked humor cleared the way for his own. "Oh? Do you have other smooth things?" he asked, intrigued. He leaned forward to rest his chin on the backs of his hands as they rested on a handy outcropping. "Please don't restrain yourself on my account. In fact, I will give you a certain latitude, if you like."

Good thing Glorfindel liked it hot. But he didn't want to be distracted by a boiling hot springs. That might draw the wrong attention. Worse, someone might worry and try to dampen their spirits with cold water.