Morpheus gave her a look that very clearly asked, point blank, who she thought she was kidding. Really? REALLY?
"Oh," He began, voice dripping with amusement, "Honey."
That was all he said about that.
That wasn't that long ago, but Dream could've sworn he'd seen Nanshe since. Somewhere else completely. Greaaaaaaaaaaaat. Morpheus shrugged it off, deciding instead to focus on their current problem. This wasn't New Orleans, and it certainly wasn't anywhere he wanted Nanshe. Morpheus extended his right hand to her, opening and closing the fingers a few times, reaching for her hand.
"There's nothing but other rooms back that way," he said. "My red chair. Why do I have my red chair?"
If anything was close to being his throne, as the king of dreams, it was that.