There's the distinctive hum of malcontent buzzing behind his eyelids, but Nuada listens with half an ear as he finds a moderately clean rag to wipe the grime from his face and neck.

Bored. Well. There are worse conditions, far worse, but if that is the height of itty-bitty-spider's woes who is he to dissuade him the notion.

"I'm sure you could find something worse to occupy yourself with than ingratiating yourself to an elf prince. I must point out you're not doing very well, so far. But then, one cannot be good at everything with such a short lifespan and limited use of one's faculties."

Yes, little man, little long-legged spider with sharp-enough eyes and a myriad thoughts running along the Habitrail of your mind, that was an insult. Are you clever enough to see it; wise enough to let it absorb?

"However... I can sympathize with boredom." And curiosity, at that.