Curufin was happy to be as wickedly funny as possible. "Well, despite the years of forge work, I have. . . smooth hands," he answered. "Oh, and lips! -- and not just for speech." He was grinning yet again. "You want me to come over there and demonstrate? Give you a taste of what's to come?"

Curufin obviously liked it hot, too. But neither did he want to be boiled like a lobster, nor to have any innocent passersby dumping gallons of cold water on them and dousing, well, the fire.