And ordinarily he would protest--it was a little thing he did; all he had to do was lie still and wait--but right now, he is flush with Sagramore's faith in him, and he accepts the praise as his due. "At times I let myself forget how much I want this," says Laertes, a little softer. He digs his fingertips into Sagramore's back, massaging in slow circles. "But when I have it, I want nothing else."