"It is futile, Child of Man." Malleus' footsteps creak against the wood of the small cottage you'd woken up in — though is 'waking' in a dream a thing? — walking towards you. "The more you struggle, the more you will suffer. Why not let it be? This is your dream, after all."

Though he has no clue how you managed to snap out of the illusion, he will convince you to remain in it. Not like you're able to get free, or cancel out his magic, but still, he'd rather you didn't struggle. After all, this is a way to make you happy.

"Would you rather go back to reality?" A mirthless chuckle leaves the fae's lips, which twitch with disgust. "Face all the unpleasant things- the passage of time, when you eventually lose everyone? No."

He couldn't have you leave. Outside of his family, you were the only person to understand. To treat him like he wasn't a dangerous beast, untouchable.

"All you want, all you need, it is here. Just remain asleep, Child of Man." With me.