It's a smile Claudius longs to trace before it swims away again, to lean in and kiss. "Thou hast a way of disarming me with plain words," he admits. "But even plain words aren't as plain as they appear. Sagramore may be charmingly, naturally direct, but I wasn't trained to use my words like blades to make a direct hit. At best they're a quiver of many arrows, rather than a single weapon. I can fire as many as I like, but if I don't know where to aim, I'll still miss. For instance," he says, with a laugh, "I truly did believe thou knew'st what I meant, when I asked if thou wouldst share Sagramore's bed with me."