Morpheus was difficult to read. To anyone. There were certain topics about which he wore his heart on his sleeve, but since his job was to be such an excellent mimic, the parts of him that were truly him and not mimicry were not always evident, even to him.
He smiled at Cas, a very young looking smile.
"I think so. I'm more than a little jaded. It's hard not to be. Even if you can't see into people's heads and weave their dreams."