"A promise of something lasting is a promise too easily broken, in a place where circumstances change as frequently as they do here. But so is a promise I will never feel anything for thee." Galahad might've been a passing flirtation, and even after it grew to fondness and caring, Claudius still might've turned away and preserved his heart. It doesn't soothe the aching at all to think of it that way. But it's proof enough Claudius can never predict what will happen. "I like thee well. I enjoy thy conversation, thy dancing, thy unashamed joy in thy skills and the learning of them ... as in the dinner thou hast sincerely made to share what thou hast learned from thy books, with the gift of time to read them. I think thou wouldst be sweet to teach and praise in anything. But as thou hast a tutor, I confess myself charmed by how thou wouldst train me to honesty with kisses."