Ah, there it went - that brightness that Morpheus was able to pull out of most anyone by just a few words. It was in his nature; otherwise, she may have felt a little jealous to see him light someone up like that. But Dream was so much fantasy, even when the god was speaking his heart.
Nanshe settled back in her chair again, and returned to drawing her fingernails in patterns on Morpheus' back. She found it soothing. Her eyes drifted.