"Thou hadst the right of it when thou didst say Sagramore is a man admirable in any occupation," Claudius says, with clear admiration for this litany of pleasing filth. "But he rarely lets himself be driven to distraction. For all his charming directness, he's too giving a lover to be overwhelmed for long. Thee and I might work to overwhelm him, if we shared him between us. Is that a thought thou wouldst enjoy?" His eyes are bright, speaking possible debaucheries over a civilized meal, gazing intently at Laertes across the table. "Or wouldst thou prefer to be the one overwhelmed by us?"