[ Johanna sighs, caught out, and drains the last of her drink. ]

You're not going to believe me, but I don't think it's my business to say. You want another drink?

[ Morpheus wouldn't have told her he had anything to do with Roderick Burgess if he didn't have to, she's sure. It's his bad luck to have run into someone who knew her Western esoteric history well enough to put the pieces together.

But -- she's just some nosy magician who happened to cross paths with an Endless. Hob is something else, in himself and in his relationship with Dream. That seems obvious enough to her. Why not tell him?

The same reason that only two people here know anything about Newcastle. That only one person knew even the slightest bit about what came after.

She hauls herself to her feet and toasts him with her empty glass. ] I'm getting another drink.