"You'll notice I'm unmarried," Claudius says, his only ring the signet ring he spins around his finger. For now he puts his hands to and fork, and returns to the feast that Laertes created for him -- never mind God. "I've never had a love recognized in a holy sacrament. But I admit," taking a more teasing tone, but sincere, "I look forward to whatever holiness thou hast seen in coupling. What moves thee, when thou art with a lover who inspires thee to scriptures?"