Galahad deserves, as far as Claudius is concerned, all things. He says so. "Galahad deserves the world." He smiles, not quite sure what Magnus's game is, but he enjoys playing it. Claudius does know how it looks, as an older man enamored with someone half his age, and he couldn't blame young Magnus in the least for being wary for his friend. "I admit, that's the other reason I hoped to find you. The exchange of skills for skills -- I wanted something to give Galahad. Another language we could speak in."