Morphine smirked, "That's very pessimistic. Not everyone in the world is bad. And not everyone is out to get others." Maybe he hadn't said either of those things, but Morphine always read between the lines. She would twist your words, if only for personal pleasure. She smiled when he began to calm down. She could feel the medicine running through his bloodstream. In that moment she knew she wanted to keep this one for herself. She had said only days before how she needed a very special mortal all for herself. How uncanny! She gently stroked his hair, "That's better, isn't it?" For all he knew she was a doctor or a nurse who just happened to have drugs on her. That was usually what they assumed. She just went along with their assumptions.