Melkor's dark eyes flit between his lieutenant and AM, his own features unreadable. Closed. The glassy surface of his eyes reflects all he sees, revealing nothing.

"One long-term advantage for another. Done." He closes the bargain in lieu of Mairon, standing smoothly, strangely sinuous, as if he's jointed like a serpent. "The scope and scale of information we provide you shall be directly correlated to the amount of assistance you provide in turn." His teeth gleam when he bares them in a wolfish expression that has only a little to do with a smile.

"Let's not play pretend. It's trite. And if you should ever have need for work less sanitary... I hope you know who to turn to."