"There are games of power, too, where one might play at being king and vassal with one's lover, or master and man, or master and hound," says Laertes. He lets his thumb come to rest over Lancelot's pulse as his fingertips slide deeper, grazing the soft hairs on the back of his forearm. "And there are games of praise or of cruelty. Games of denial, and games of pain. Do any of these make thee curious?"