It would be another year or two for John before Morpheus's demise. He'd catch up.

That didn't mean he didn't notice her momentary distress, but he chalked it up to inter-Endless business.

"B'sides," he said cheerfully, grabbing for her waist to tug her into his lap. "Far be it for me to deny a pretty girl her free will choice to kiss me. Endless or no."