[Whenever he might, Hob liked to look at Morpheus. He watched the delicate upturn of his brow or the way he examined his food. The King of Dreams was far too elegant for the mortal world.]

I thought dreams were supposed to be a place for one's pleasures.

[Not all of them of course, but some of them. And yet, Morpheus took no pleasure in it, himself? That's a shame.]

A good nap does sound tempting, but I thought we might walk to the park. There's always some musicians playing and lots of people. You could observe and ask questions about anything you'd like.