[the absolute, primal rage that he has to swallow. it never makes it past that brief flicker of fire in his eyes and twitch of disgust of his lips; no, it settles uncomfortably in his throat. forced to be held back with a clenching of his jaw.

he can see it in Morpheus' face. he may not be able to smell it off of him, but he can see it, sense it at least. it's not hard to miss. this thing in front of him wanted to make sure he knew he was superior. a rude thing to do in such an obvious way.]

Of course. I wouldn't expect you to be everywhere at once, that would leave you spread quite thin.

[as though the man isn't thin enough.]

Do you dream, or is there somewhere else that you go?