With a thoughtful hum, he dips down and nips lightly at Hythlodaeus' throat.

"A surprise," he decides. "I wouldn't want to grow predictable, nor indulge your whims too much."

He lays his cheek upon his friend's chest next, closing his eyes. "Hmm, a fitting punishment for crimes against bread..." Long, something long. His lips curve as an idea occurs to him.