Mercutio glances at Dionysus, silently raising his eyebrows in a question: 'this isn't some weird mansion event, right?'. But then it's right back to Benvolio, and he shakes his head.

"I do not recall you talking in your sleep, at home," he says, smile finally blooming --though in truth, he is still a little uncertain of himself. "I do not think this is a dream."