"It's a smithy, Sam. I don't think you'd have to worry about being quiet. It might be concerning if you decided to scream the entire time though," he replies with a grin, bringing his mug up for a drink. Mid drink though he stops, blinking when Samwise suggests that he should go.

"I wouldn't call you a nuisance, Sam, but if you need to go... I'll look forward to seeing you in the armory sometime, or even the tavern. Stay warm."