[ Sauron pretends not to hear that, thank you. ]

Morgil! Come.

[ He kneels down, barking the child's largely unused name. His force of will prompts the boy to pay attention and when he holds out his hands the child unsteadily totters over, climbing onto Sauron's lap. ]

You must dress, today is very important. Listen to your father. [ A scant look is flicked Adar's way. ] You can set him on fire as much as you like this afternoon.

[ Snerk. ]