A good scolding might have helped put his thoughts in order but he's subconsciously grateful she didn't punish him for such silliness. Celeborn knows how much his wife loves him for their love is equally matched. He cherishes and worships the very ground she walks upon. He sometimes wonders why the Valar gifted him with such a lovely wife, not at all sure of what deeds he may have done in the past to be so blessed. Prior to having Galadriel in his life, Celeborn's existence was a cold and lonesome one. Since they've been married, Galadriel has brought nothing but endless warmth and joy to his heart. While of course the two would squabble from time to time but Celeborn honestly loves his golden queen.

The Elvenlord wouldn't have settled for the table at all. In truth, his desire to entwine his fingers within her golden locks heralded his desire to be close to her. Therefore the couch was more than welcomed by Celeborn. Once he sat beside her, Celeborn let his gaze fully wash over Galadriel as he studied her radiant beauty with much appreciation.

"What more needs to be said, my queen?" he asked with a hint of worry in his tone. "There is more to this tale?"