Dream's eyes reminded Ash of his Dark-Hunter comrades eyes. Unlike him all of their eyes were as black as night. Ash, however, had been the first. An experiment of Artemis' so his eyes had never changed from the silver he'd been marked with. He didn't mind though, although he wished he had grabbed his sunglasses.

He slid his ever changing eyes back to the sky, letting out a long breath. Well that certainly helped him understand just what Dream was. He lifted a shoulder, "This place is a mansion. As to why you were brought here, that I cannot answer because I don't know the answer. You'll serve some purpose here though, I'm sure." He looked back at the other, giving him a wry smirk. "Welcome to the club." He murmured, eyes raking over the other pausing briefly on the emerald around his neck before going back to his dark gaze.

"The mansion pulls people, beings to itself. Why? For the sick amusement of gods and goddesses with far too much time on their hands." He once again lifted a broad shoulder. "We're in their turf, playing by their rules, which I do not particularly care for." His face darkened a degree before he continued. "Believe me if their powers weren't combined and holding me here I'd be long gone. Like yourself I have obligations that require my attention, and the longer I'm gone I fear the worse things will get." If he ever once felt the powers of the gods wane he'd be gone in a heartbeat. They seemed intent though on keeping him there. Why, he wasn't sure of that but it was starting to grate on his last nerve. "The mansion provides everything. A key and map are sitting ready for you on the desk." He nodded his head towards it, "Food is in the kitchen, ready made. If you eat that is." Ash personally didn't eat, he had no need for food.

"Any other questions that I can possibly answer for you?" He asked, raising a brow and canting his head gently to the side.