A calm assuages the fluttering fright of his spirit, centering it in a solid foundation as Melkor is appeased, and although Sauron's body aches and his bones feel like scaffolding, there for the sole purpose to give him form and not as a whimsical mask before his enemies, he brightens; his eyes flicker open, wide and steady in their shining uplift, and a delightful shiver pours down his spine when petted.
"Yes, Master." Holding Melkor's gaze, he dares to incline his chin and buff a soft kiss against those fingers, respectful and devoted. "Allow me to make myself of further use to you now. Please, I beseech you. Let me See what else I may of this land, I will not let these restrictions cower me so easily again.
"I cannot with My Lord so near, for my place is by his side."
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"Yes, Master." Holding Melkor's gaze, he dares to incline his chin and buff a soft kiss against those fingers, respectful and devoted. "Allow me to make myself of further use to you now. Please, I beseech you. Let me See what else I may of this land, I will not let these restrictions cower me so easily again.
"I cannot with My Lord so near, for my place is by his side."