The room itself fluttered a little as they began to move through it, ruffling its feathers at the pair of intruders. They didn't belong here, but there was no sign of anyone coming to take them away.
Whatever Louis might have dreamed of, this did indeed seem an unlikely candidate. It could be his rough idea of the place where desire might live, the subconscious human conception of the opulence the embodiment of wanting might require. It might be the hallowed hall he dreamed of when gods knocked on the empty place inside him, or it might just be an abstract concept a staging place, a ballroom for period pieces to play out. It was so echoingly empty, for all its pretty set piece quality.
"That's not an answer to my question." It dipped the blonde, deeply. "I think you could guess it, if you thought hard enough. Most human beings can. Look harder, and think longer before you ask again."
"You must be hunting for something," it added, sweeping her across the floor. Their reflections chased them across its gleaming surface, lagging just a little behind. "As for myself, I think the prizes to be found in Dreaming are overrated, at best." Another flash of teeth for a private joke. "Insubstantial things, dreams. Unsatisfying."