[His arms automatically open to receive her, wrapping around her as he pulls her in. Only once he feels her warmth, her breath, her scent does he relax, a long exhale as he holds her close. Again this thunderous feeling in his chest that echoes in his mind, again wondering if it's his own or Romeo's. But it doesn't matter—even if the degree is exaggerated, it's no lie that he feels relief in holding her.

And as if the words flow out of him to follow the role, he whispers softly into her ear:]

No walls can keep love out. Whatever a man in love can possibly do, his love will make him try to do it.

[In many ways he does feel a little...awkward using the word "love," but it just comes out so naturally as if the words are his own rather than Romeo's. And similarly, the way he pulls back slightly so that he can look down at her, palm pressing against her cheek as he gazes deeply into her eyes, the sorrow and trepidation contrasted against the flush of her cheeks.]

One look of sorrow from you would pierce me worse than twenty of your family's swords. [He tilts her chin up slightly as he lowers his face, lips lightly brushing against hers.] Just give me your smile...and I'll be invincible against them.

[Again, the lines are somehow muddled, matching more of his sentiments than the original script. Yet it's uncanny how it can still work.]