I see. [Honestly, if Sauron were a little less divine he could shake him.] I am glad you like it too. There are some very good soups, as well. [The only glances he dares spare Sauron as they walk and Etelo bubbles over like a fountain as from the corner of his eye, curious and upset and angry and wishing he could understand him better all at once. Or maybe wishing Sauron could understand him better, as he always claimed he did.

Once settled in the bathroom he looks at the mess hugging him had put on Etelo.]

You need a bath too, little one. It will have soaked your clothes. [Admittedly, Adar was the one that looked like an entire crime scene with legs, but he rarely thought of himself first when his children were involved, even less often when it was this child, this true, unblemished child.] We should not dally, though. [And he won't, quickly setting about getting both of them clean and somehow pressing together that gash until he either has a moment to beg? Kiss? A little help out of Sauron or stitch it up himself.]