No, no it's alright. Truly. I wasn't looking at all. At least half the blame belongs to me at the least.

[ polite to a fault, as ever. frodo offers a small smile, peering at the hand and mentally reminding himself that no, he isn't reaching for the chain, just his hand. a small hand takes it in kind, slowly but surely. ]

And mine is Frodo Baggins. A pleasure, Mike, despite our means of meeting.