"I'd like that, you're better at fashion than I am." Morpheus chuckled, watching as Sam walked off, watching him move about the kitchen.He recognised it as a similar path of motion as how he was moving about his home kitchen that morning, seeming quite amused with just watching Sam. He seemed to be able to ignore every other chef in the kitchen as if they were a stable, non-moving object, his seafoam eyes trained on his new love through his silver rimmed glasses.