"Hmmm?" He glances over at Eros as if he'd been lost in thought, which to be quite honest he had been. "My father...he taught us well. He may not have been the most exciting of gods obviously, as he spends most millennia napping but when we were born, he taught us and let us mold our own definition of how to heal a mortal's mind through the presence of dreams or prophecies even. When he divided the duties and gave me the title of King no one questioned it. I'm not quite sure why other then we had been doing the same dance for hundreds of years and all those in my realm knew it was hardly going to change because I was the one who got called to meetings."

Morpheus is proud of his family and his voice keeps that low, proud tone as he speaks of his father with utmost respect and a hint of amusement.