A little, perhaps. [funny, how he could almost trust the hobbit with the dragon now. granted, he could trust a great many people with glaurung, but few enough from middle-earth. too young, perhaps, to have ever seen a dragon himself.] I am not in the habit of sleeping much, to be able to wake at all. More disconcerting to wake with another lying over me.

[glaurung licks at merry's palm a few times before settling down with an almost huffing exhale. sauron keeps himself propped up on one elbow, for the time being, if only to better regard the hobbit.]

The Lady of Light is old enough, and talented in her own rights. [there's only the smallest amount of distaste when he speaks of her. for all of his dislike, it's only particularly prickly when she's within sight. or hearing distance.]