The Corinthian raised an eyebrow at Kadaj. Useless? Hardly Kadaj didn't know a lick about the nightmare. Of course, the other probably didn't know anything about dreams and dreamlings and all the things that really did go bump. "Maybe if you try wishing really hard," he offered as advice to Kadaj, amused.

This one was so much like a child, no sense of restraint. Not that the Corinthian was usually one who allowed himself to be deterred for long either. "...I said it before, you've got beautiful eyes, Kadaj." That was reason enough for him to talk to someone. There was something about people and their eyes, and the stories they told.