[There was something quite reassuring in the steady thump of Hob's heartbeat. It was strong and measured, steadfast much like the man himself. For a being who craved the unknown, who never tossed in the towel on what came next, Hob was surprisingly balanced in not overlooking his ties to the past. Including Morpheus.

It was a tender moment, one that Morpheus does not take for granted. His fingers smoothed over to rest over Hob's chest, content to leave it there for now and feel the steady rise and fall. He can't resist a bit of teasing however and his brow crinkles in pretend confusion.]

Hm, I know I have good senses, but I didn't expect to hear the poor old thing creaking.

[Giving Hob's chest a pat, his gaze held that glint of teasing in their usual coldness when he finally looked at the man.]

No, it is a very good heartbeat, Hob. And you're right. I don't suppose either of us qualify as humans any longer, at least, not like most of them. Which is likely a good thing.

[After all, the last time he'd gotten close to a mortal things had ended in disaster for so many.]

So tell me then, as one looking to know humanity better. What is it about them you see as likely to get overlooked?