Everything about this moment feels right, from the eagerly returned kiss to the near vows being exchanged. The angel has never loved before but if this was what it was like, he suddenly gained a greater understanding of his brother. Especially when he abandoned his duties for several decades to stay by the side of a human.

"I've nothing greater to give you than my rank and heart." His voice is a whisper, and slightly giddy from emotion and alcohol. His eyes drift up to Galahad's and the growing smile is affectionate and a bit drunken, both from booze and feelings. "As I will treasure you."

It's the touch on his cheek, the flood of passion and devotion he's feeling amid the drunkenness that has him laying Galahad back on the bed. The first kiss pressed to the center of chest and the next to his lip. The kiss as ardent as the touch of his hand trailing up the knight's side. The intoxication is no longer just the overindulgence in drink. Affectionate touch and declarations of love only adding to the feeling. Beelzebub feels dizzy with it but it doesn't stop the passion nor heat building in the kiss.