Morpheus didn't miss the tears. But he also hadn't intended them. He was the world's best mimic. It wasn't his fault he was tugging at heart strings, and it was not the first time.
Impressive?
He shrugged. "It's okay. It's not as marketable a skill as you think."
Dream was very human in his humility. He always had been. He knew he was capable of a great deal, but he chose to play by the rules and be a (mostly) nice guy.