There's little for Galahad to do (or that he wants to do) but give himself over to the passionate and adoring kiss the angel presses to his lips. The knight wraps his arms around his lover to draw him closer in turn, his eyes slipping blissfully shut. His hands card lovingly through the softness of the angel's hair as it falls against his chest and cheeks in a cascade of lightly-scented waves, curling the strands between his fingers as he opens himself completely, trustingly, to all of the passion and sense of connection on offer.

If time suddenly decided to freeze here and now, Galahad isn't sure he'd mind. Much would in his life would be sacrificed if it did, but there's such such a feeling of completeness and happiness in speaking and demonstrating his love and having it returned in this way that he feels sure that this must be a kind of Heaven on Earth in itself. Such a thought might be blasphemous, but he isn't stopping to think about that right now.

When they finally part the knight's breaths are coming a little shorter, but the smile on his face is nothing short of shining. He touches Beelzebub's chest gently where the necklace around his neck one hung, and then brings his hand up to rest against the angel's neck.

"I don't know what I've done to deserve this," he admits quietly, as mounting emotion makes his chest tighten slightly. "You're more than I could have ever hoped for."