"Why do I run, or fence, or eat good food? Because it pleases me to test the limits of my body," says Laertes. He lets his shirt fall again. "There is more to it than pain, though--some longing to be purposeful and useful that's satisfied when I serve my lover's needs. And, equally, a longing to be treasured. In my youth, I knew not how to be what I was expected to be, but in this ... when I serve another, I know how to be enough."