Once he's stripped down to soft brown breeches and a simple loose beige undershirt, Galahad starts moving about the room to light a few candles to give the room a comfortable glow. When he's done, he pads over to the bed to plop himself comfortably down next to Beelzebub.

The angel's semi-coherent slurring earns a soft laugh from the knight, and he shifts to help the other man as his fingers fumble with a buckle or two in his quest to getting comfortably disrobed. When they're both settled and comfortable, he accepts the small cup of wine and takes a sip.

"It does feel that way; Everyone's received me with such open kindness and warmth." That may be a slight exaggeration, but it's how it feels to Galahad. He hasn't met a single angel among Lucifer's group that he hasn't liked save for the single obvious exception. It's a different and warmer kind of acceptance than what he feels among his often separated or absent blood family at home, and the knight is happy to integrate this new, chosen family into his life the same way he has Beelzebub. "But no one so much as you. You're my family now, too, and so always shall you be even in those times we may have to exist worlds apart."