Li Yao: "Can you get a little smaller?"
Sauron: "No."
Li Yao: "Don't you usually change size whenever you feel like it?"
Sauron: "..."
Growing bigger was easy, but shrinking involved the collapse and reconstruction of its fundamental power. Combined with the limitations of its physical vessel, it could not maintain a smaller form indefinitely.
More importantly, it was exhausting.
During battle, shrinking a little—or even suddenly becoming the size of a needlepoint or vanishing into thin air—would not have been much of a problem. Whether it hid within the void or compressed itself to the extreme, it could manage, because battles did not last too long, and the stakes were serious.
But in daily life...
Of course, comfort came first! No general wore a full suit of armor in everyday life.
So, faced with Li Yao's request, Sauron could not even be bothered to waste words and simply refused.
Sauron: "I said no."
You spent all day worrying about these flashy, bizarre questions. Do you even still look like a mage?!
Even if he was talented, he should not have been this cocky, right? Li Yao shook his head and clicked his tongue. "You see see..."
Sauron immediately jumped onto Li Yao's shoulder, making it sink under its weight. "I'm warning you, stop saying weird crap all day! Can't we act normal?"
Li Yao was displeased.
Was that any way for a familiar to speak to its master?
So Li Yao flipped his hand and produced his staff. "Come on. Let's clarify our master-servant relationship."
Sauron: "..."
It immediately lowered its head. "Sorry, Mage. I was wrong..."
Unfortunately, it was now so fat that its once gracefully curved neck had vanished! Li Yao could barely stand to look at it. "You should figure out how to lose weight already.