There aren't words for the ecstatic joy that is seeing the angel bind the signet ring of the du Lac family to his being. The knight doesn't even try, but rather curls the arm around the other man's neck more securely about him so he can lean in to press their lips together in a slow, and savoring kiss. He's never felt this close or so held by anyone before, and it's a feeling that's as rapturous as it is uncertain simply because he's never experienced it before.

Once they part, the knight is about to press in for another kiss, when Beelzebub's fiddling with the jewelry about his neck gives him pause. He watches closely, curiously, and then settles back when the other man moves to fasten the piece about his neck.

Galahad can feel the significance and weight of the gift he's just been given without Beelzebub having to explain. It feels warm against his chest, and somehow not unlike the angel's hands or skin against his own for the sense of Beelzebub that seems inherent to the piece of jewelry. The knight touches it reverently, the smile on his face tugging wider as he does.

"Thank you. This is a precious gift." Even more so than the rank that he understands the angel has just bestowed upon him. His free hand rises to gently cup the angel's cheek, and he gently tucks a lock of sandy blond hair behind an ear so he can better see the other man's sincere expression. "I'll treasure it always."