[ Sauron's laughter fills the room, deep and lashing like flickering flames from the hearth. He gives him a pitying look, tilting his head. In a world of iron and blood where flesh is malleable, where dragons and balrogs can be created, he has no interest in involving anyone else; nor any need. What is a womb but a sac for a baby? He can build those, no problem. ]

Adar, [ he brushes his fingers through his uruk's remaining hair on the one side, petting it down on his shoulder, ] I am not made of skin and bone, my shape is only as you witness because I wish it. You and I are going to create a child, with your seed and my power.

And a lot of fucking, ostensibly. I will need much from you.