The person, and Glorfindel still isn't sure if they are he, she, or something else, was quite cute when they got a little flustered, but Glorfindel was sorry that his question made them look a little sad.

"There are quite a few nice people on this train," he pointed out, missing the obvious one sitting in his chair. "And several who are, if not immortal like me, then very long lived."

"What sort of interests do you have?" he asked, sipping his own drink. "Do you have a profession or hobbies?" After all, forever was a long time if two people had nothing to talk about.