Sauron grinned at the sight of lovely winged Astoria, so beautiful and enchanting. His eyes tracked Astoria’s every move as she moved closer, spoke, captivated him. “Astoria! I - I did indeed, that is, call for you.” The lady’s grin shook something deep inside Sauron. “I, uh. Wanted to check in on you. Not that I think you can’t take care of yourself. Just, you know. Precautions, anxiety. Wanted to be sure you’re settling in well.” He beamed at Astoria lopsidedly. Those dark eyes, they made him feel secure and warm. Had that sounded too insulting? Sauron had meant it to be a compliment to Astoria’s temperament, not anything . . . insulting. He wasn’t quite sure how it would be rude, though. Still - better to check.

“You want it I got it, see what you like!”