Anything that causes us any sort of duress seems to garner favour for them. From our untimely deaths to any drama they can concoct. [He sounds resigned to this by now.]

I'll wager we can't leave until they accomplish the task at hand. [He adds where a shrug.] But I've also nowhere to be. [With that, he's decided he feels awkward looming over Bilbo like an imposing tree, so he slides down the wall and onto the floor to sit. He minds his legs so as not to trip up Bilbo, but other than that he looks quite comfortable now.] How have you been faring?