Morpheus nodded his head, continuing to watch the ink move, even as he absorbed the information that Eames passed to him. He was not able to properly transmit it to Arthur while he was inside the prison walls, but he would carry it back with him to be passed on at a more opportune moment.
At the moment, he was rather fascinated with the bit of dream that had attached itself to the Forger. "It's your 'ink' now, Forger," he said, "What would you like it to be?"