On the willows there, we hung up our lyres

"My sweet sensualist." Claudius says as he watches Galahad so thoroughly enjoy himself. There's something to be said, he thinks, about the evolutionary advantage of hedonism, about how human beings are so suspicious of their animal impulses they make seeking pleasure a sin. But he's also content, as always, introducing Galahad to a new delight. No need to drag the church into it.