Eros smiles with an edge of heat to it, letting his eyes roam over the white shirt and tie. "You do, at that," he replies with a quiet laugh. "I almost wish I'd dressed differently." He winks slowly, then drops his hand.

He knows - or he's fairly certain - that Morpheus would prefer his company as a her, though he'd hardly refuse him in either form.

"I'm pleased you've stopped by, regardless," he says with a good-natured smile, lessening any building tension.