"I just felt it, moving against you. Something moving. Me, I suppose, but-" While Mohinder launches into what will undoubtedly be some sort of long winded speech -- of which he does truly love to give -- words change to lyrics.

There's only one sonnet he knows with any surety and his voice certainly enhances any words once written.

In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes,
For they in thee a thousand errors note;
But ’tis my heart that loves what they despise,
Who in despite of view is pleased to dote.
Nor are mine ears with thy tongue’s tune delighted,
Nor tender feeling to base touches prone,
Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited
To any sensual feast with thee alone.