That's certainly a theory that Celeborn could understand. Yet he doesn't desire to be more delectable to Paradisa's odd palate. To be frank, he hopes to become disagreeable enough to be released from this odd den of pleasurable delights. However as Galadriel's prolonged stay here proves, the Elvenlord already realizes he won't be escaping anytime soon. A thought that truly doesn't sit well with the wise elf.

Her sweet smile lifted his dark spirit somewhat, causing Celeborn to find some peace here in this wretched castle. Now clasping her hand within his, the Elvenlord gently stroke his thumb across her slim knuckles as he welcomed her deep within his mind. Many would suspect that being wed to a "witch" would prove to be quite daunting yet for Celeborn but it's quite the opposite. His dearest wife hardly ever pokes within his mind without his consent. The two made it clear eons ago that she would never abuse her powers for the sake of her own amusement. An oath that Galadriel honestly held up to this day. This is why he didn't turn her away when she dared to connect their thoughts together. In fact, he welcomed her to do so.

"Speak as you see fit."