I about cried at that first bath. [An understatement. He did cry. Relief is one of the approximately forty emotions Dixon can be moved to tears by.

Infatuated though he is, the idea of Revan in the bath doesn’t even flick across his mind.]

You should come down and meet the Mirkwood elves. And the dwarves. I’m not going to talk sour about our hosts, on account of the baths and clothes and hospitality and all, but the Mirkwood elves and the dwarves are a bit less...

[The word he’s dancing around saying is ‘condescending’, but he suspects that might be an attitude the Rivendell elves are reserving for people like him and not people like Revan.]