Iago stops him behind the counter, because he is radiant and wild with autumn, and speaks at a volume just-audible to the world beyond the two of them. He's been working on this since Xel first proposed the idea to him.
"He who draws my eye and holds my gaze Is like the breeze of autumn's wild air When with its ever-slanting syrup rays It lights a world gone tawny, chill and fair, When all is brown and crisp, and crumbles soft, The crust upon a well-baked earthen sweet, And dying glory crowns o'er every croft As drowses earth, splendid, beneath our feet. Below the sky in radiant pagan glories He is the zephyr, autumn's shadows long, And in him live the gods of half-known stories Blessing death and life with wild song. In wildness and glory do we dwell, Awake in clarity of season's swell."