It was quite something to realize that the goddess in his arms was entirely, entirely at a loose end and really, really had no idea what she wanted. Were he meaner by nature, he'd take advantage of this.
She had no idea why she was even saying 'please.'
Morpheus raised an eyebrow.
"Nanshe, sweetie..."
The words were very soft, like waking someone.
"What can I do for you? You don't seem to want to talk..."
He brushed her hair back off of her face and pulled back to look at her.