Morpheus saw how all of a sudden Cassius went quiet. By the finger that had grown lax and the fangs that had been clenched tight, it seems as though his silence was the kind of quiet that seemed to show his defeat. Seeing this, and knowing exactly what had set him off, Morpheus let the moment stretch, before letting his twisted tongue to dig deeper into the sore wounds inside Cassius's heart that he could see clearly with his golden eyes.
"You speak as though you're above it all now, Your Highness," he said gently and that gentle tone put anyone who hears him in ill ease. "You claim that vampires aren't making a change but aren't you one of those vampires who had also practiced the art of cruelty to humans? Not only other humans but our sweet angel. How many times have you put Arabella in danger? Yet you can claim here in front of me that I am worse than you?" He let out a light breath, almost a sigh but ended like a chuckle.
