On the willows there, we hung up our lyres

Claudius laughs. It's sweet -- he can feel Galahad trying not to stumble, so he moves his arm Galahad's shoulder so he can bring them more naturally to the couch. He wants to kiss Galahad desperately, but not enough to push for it, so he sits with Galahad still pressed to his chest and softly kisses his hair instead. "Thank thee."