Would you like me to refill your tea, your highness? We have plenty more, so there no need to be afraid of running out.

Dream spoke sweetly, placing a hand on your shoulder, and looked down at you, awaiting your response patiently. His other hand hovered beside your glass, ready to take it away if you ordered him to.

His eyes were soft and yellow, his eyes round and at ease. Dream had rather nice features, it was very easy to feel comfortable around him.