[He is duly ushered and sits down on it, settling in beside his master when he too sits. After taking another sip he sets the goblet on the end table, turning more towards Sauron instead of the sensible option of looking away from him.

It would be a lie to say he did not enjoy him like this, that he didn't enjoy seeing his various beautiful forms, or knowing the warmth of his hands without also burning. When Sauron was feeling generous there was no more attentive soul in the entirety of creation.

He is silent for a time, his head resting on Sauron's shoulder, his body leaning against his side. It was not unlike curling close to a hearth for the warmth it offered.]

My blood... [He begins, uncertain of if he even wants to ask the question but it blurting out nonetheless.] We know Maia can have children with the firstborn, Lúthien exists, but my blood is not that of an elf anymore. [Will this even work? It had long been his experience that want had nothing to do with his ability to bring children into the world. Sauron had broken him free of that constraint, but now he said he needed him willing not just able, which implied he could have controlled the birth of the Uruks more if he had tried]