Looking across at you, Morpheus grins as he stares, clearly amused at your presence, and speaks with arrogance.

— A little tick has crawled its way into my presence. are you lost, little one~?

He continues to stare, raising an eyebrow with a mocking gaze. He is quite clearly enjoying your presence as the target of his ridicule. His hand tightens on his revolver.

— Who exactly are you, my lovely little pest?~