[ Beleth certainly won't be the one to point it out to him. She watches Thranduil, slightly distracted by his last question. She's about to say plain but--Oh, he's already got sugar in there. Well, she's survived worse than sugar in her tea. ]

Just a little sugar is fine, thank you.

[ Would she ask Alistair to change his failings? Infatuation hadn't quite blinded her enough to think that he had none, but of course she would never ask him to change them. Not when he could do so much better than her (something he had, apparently, already figured out), and she was so...her. But she knows that people don't like hearing her say these things. ]

Well, yes. He doesn't think before he acts or speaks, he just. Does whatever occurs to him. And he doesn't take anything seriously, and he's as obtuse and dense as a rock. And! He chews so loudly, you can hear it across the room! But--

[ She frowns, staring at her hands. ]

None of that really bothered me, not to the point I'd make him change. But that's just me, I can't say that he would feel the same.