Sitting up, Phobos rose to his feet and stretched lazily, as he watched Morpheus and the tiger. "He's pretty impressive." The large feline had shown up one day, not too long ago, and broken up a wild chase just by staring the two blond boys down.
"Ah, I'm not sure if I can actually explain it... me... that one over there," he said, scratching the side of his neck, and grinned lopsidedly. "Not sure if I made him or he me but it's kinda neat. Makes it easier to function properly when I'm," - awake - "not here."
"Neat? Neat?" The captive blond threw his head back and laughed. "Don't listen to the wuss, Morpheus. He's an imposter, a thief. Trying to steal my life, destroying us bit by bit every waking second- Untie me you bloody coward and I'll show you who made whom!" Angry, feisty, hateful, driven by instinct more than by reason; Phobos at his worst.
Calm blue eyes drifted from himself to the God of Dreams. "Can't really let that one run loose. Imagine what kind of damage he'd cause. There's actually another one but he doesn't come out very often. It's funny to actually speak to you. I mean I've... sensed you before but I've never really talked to you. Things all right?" So polite, so calm, friendly, almost pleasant, reasonable; Phobos at his best.