Morpheus lurked in the hall. He may not have intended to lurk, but there was only so many descriptors for someone clad in a long black cloak with flickering flames embroidered at the hem. The music had followed him across the Green, and through the Hall, only fading now as he raised his hand to rap his knuckles upon the door.
"You should stand up straight," Matthew said, rather suddenly.
Morpheus looked at the raven, surprised. "What?"
"Don't slouch. Just straighten your shoulders."
The King of Dreams narrowed his gaze at his emissary. "I am standing straight, Matthew. A monarch does not slouch."
Matthew ducked his head. "Oh. Uh. Sorry, boss. Maybe you should try a different jacket. That one makes you look... slouchy."
Morpheus drew himself up, drawing breath to respond, when the door opened. Five slow chords played, followed by the rhythmic tapping of a high-hat, as a new song began to play. Dream tipped his head, confusion etched in his face, as he listened.