Eros' smile turns speculative as he moves to sit beside Morpheus and listens to him speak. His voice always turns deeper when he speaks of his work, the dreams he weaves for mortal and immortal alike. It sends a shiver down the love god's spine and he's almost sorry he hadn't chosen his newer female form tonight.

"Your admiration for your brothers' crafts does you credit, Dreamer," he murmurs as he watches the leaping flames.