"All very fine indeed," says Laertes, raising his knuckles to skim Claudius's cheekbone. "Thine eyne well set to give thee an air of deep consideration; thy lashes long and beguiling; thy mouth generous and expressive--" and his thumb traces Claudius's lower lip, teasingly, before he lets his hand fall. "But of all thy graces, I love best the fierceness of thy heart."