[ He arches a brow and allows the embrace, half-leaning into Adar as they admire their work. When he offers the child a finger it gurgles and reaches for him blindly, sensing his power, and grips the tip. ]

It is a ... curious thing.

[ Love is not unknown to him, and he does care for the baby. It is part of him, his property, his ... family? The elves would call it something inanely similar. Adar is made up and that is what Sauron wanted, so all is well. A gentle prod at his heartstrings cannot hurt to tighten them further. ]

May I leave our son with you while I recover? Your rule will stand in place of mine, within these chambers.

[ Do whatever the fuck you want, buddy. Someone needs a nap. ]