<blockquote>After he leaves Romeo to dream of Julia and Benvolio to his bed, Mercutio finds someone else waiting for him on the steps of his brother's house.
Zorzi gave a snort. "You, earthbound? Wingèd Mercury himself would have a devil of a time to catch you in one of your moods."
"That is one thing," said Mercutio, slipping a companionable arm around Zorzi's shoulders, square and strong under the plain brown velvet of his doublet. A curl of hair caught and twisted around Mercutio's fingers. "But Romeo flies on love's light wings, and love is as true a material as wax: it melts in the sunlight."</blockquote>
