"Thou hast the right of it," Claudius says with a laugh, imagining a young Wei Wuxian with another face, flitting and flirting with women while Lan Wangji watched and quietly simmered. "Whenever I tease the subject with Crowley, I'm left wondering -- and this may not surprise thee -- whether I've been too subtle. I'm almost afraid to startle him, like a bird that's lighted somewhere it thought was a branch. But the last time the three of us drank together, Crowley made a passionate declaration of everlasting friendship, using a metaphor with a bird and a mountain -- and that was progress. Every other time he simply says they work together, or not even work together, across from each other. I think they should dance together. Music, as thou know'st, is the food of love, and dance one of the first courses to enjoy it in."