Morpheus said nothing, he just smiled in a charming way, his eyes full of mischief, and touched the end of his nose with his pointer finger.
It was not that it was unexpected for Nanshe to touch him, it was that Morpheus fought the urge to lean into her hand or climb onto her lap like a cat. It made talking to Annabelle just a bit more difficult, but Morpheus was good at splitting his attention.
"Sometimes," he said, finally. "I have other homes, too. But... you mean to tell me you're from there and yet no one helped you with this?"
He 'tsked.' The city was full of magic, almost bursting with it. Her family was negligent.