"Thou know'st he wishes to give the world to thee." And Claudius is starting to see why. Love, of course, is as transformative as a philosopher's stone, and it's plain that Sagramore is besotted with Laertes -- but it's hardly that Sagramore has made gold of base metals. Laertes is beautiful when talks about the world's happiness, and joining the world after being apart from it, in a way that Claudius want to touch him and teach him every pleasure his body can give him. But also, he thinks, he could learn from Laertes. Sagramore called him weightless, without his family expectations. When they danced, Claudius nearly felt weightless with him.

(Like sharing a bed with Laurel, and leaving the window open so light streams in the morning and catches in his hair like a halo of flame. And holding Laurel, with hierarchies between them and no fear of being burned. That kind of weightlessness.)