He liked anyone that had an artistic bent; artists were playgrounds. Really, that was how he looked at them. He'd spent so much time with the Impressionists that his family constantly accused him of lost-weekending.
For something like fifty years.
Nanshe immediately introduced herself, and Morpheus sat on the arm of her chair and crossed his arms. He gave the girl a slight smile.
"Lemme guess... you're not new," he said. He got the impression from Jo's dream that this had been going on a while. He arched his eyebrow.
He didn't introduce himself just yet, but got up and waved a hand for the girl to come over and sit with them. At least she'd be able to see her subject better.