Galahad keeps an arm around the angel in turn as they walk to help stabilize them both, until Beelzebub takes his hand and starts leading them instead. The other man's laughter and good mood are contagious, and Galahad laughs along with him as they finally half-stumble, half-walk into one of the villa's many sumptuous guest rooms. With Beelzebub inside, the knight shuts the door quietly behind them both to give them some privacy.

There's no fireplace in the room they end up in, but Galahad's pleased to see a small host of candles sitting around the room. That'll make for good low lighting once they finally make their way to the bed.

Galahad starts shrugging out of the more dressy burgundy cloak draped about his shoulders as he turns to the angel again. Once he's gotten out of this layer, he'll check to see if Beelzebub ends up having trouble getting out of any of whatever armor or formal wear he might have on, himself. "That was a pleasant night, aye? I'm glad I got to put faces to names for so many of those that I've only ever heard about from you." Galahad's smile warms further at the thought as he hangs his cloak up on whatever might be available around them to hold it. "Your family and people keep good company."