"Hmmm." Eros considers, deeply serious even as he shifts to turn his back on the fire and face Morpheus, tucking his feet beneath him and leaning against the reclining god, still playing with the stolen scrap of silk. "I think I'd prefer to be the latter. We could watch happily ever after happen, once our respective duties were finished."

"Besides," he adds with a rather heated smile, "if I were the Prince, I might not make it to the Princess after meeting you."