It's been a long and enjoyable night, and Galahad is just on the edge of starting to feel tired from the amount of socializing and merriment that's been going on. He's in a good mood by the time Beelzebub approaches, and more than happy to meet up with his partner again after all of the commotion. By the looks of the angel, it's easy for Galahad to see that Beelzebub has had just as exciting of a night as the knight has-- if not more so.

The proud declaration about Lucifer's brandy makes the knight chuckle, as does the way the angel's hand misses his shoulder the first time. Yes, Beelzebub has definitely had a nice night, and the knight is pleased to see the other man in such high spirits.

"Aye, you won that game handily." And the knight thinks it's nothing short of adorable. All it really means is that the time for easing the angel towards a bed of some kind is swiftly approaching.

"I was thinking about retiring for the night," Galahad admits. He smiles warmly at the angel, feeling an irrepressible fondness for the other man well up in him as he comes closer. "If we find a room for the night we could put on a fire and have a cup of wine there." He hasn't indulged at all over the course of the party, himself, so a single cup couldn't hurt. "Come with me?" He lays a gentle, coaxing hand on Beelzebub's arm.