" “I heard something earlier, from Humphrey’s friend, Hubert. We stopped at his inn.”
Morpheus practically beams. “Ah, Hubert. How is the old sot?”
“Glittery.” I furrow my brow. “And grumpy.”
A deep laugh rumbles in Morpheus’s chest. “I’ve always enjoyed his company.”
“Yeah.” I scowl. “He’s a real good egg. "
― A.G. Howard , Ensnared (Splintered, #3)