The way his lover returns the kiss leaves the angel moaning and breathless. It's not so much lust as the fact every touch is pushing his emotions farther, past anything he thought he could feel. The pull is welcome, leaning in and being drawn nearly on top of Galahad brings a whole other rush, possessive and loving all at once.

It's the light in Galahad's face as they break away from each other that further takes Beelzebub's breath. Instinctively, his hand comes to the golden curls.but it soon slips away as he takes Galahad's hand that just drifted between chest and necklace. A gentle kiss pressed to the fingers before he releases it.

"This is how we fell." The angel is coming to an important realization. "My brother for his lost son, our devotion to our brothers and sisters." He pauses to try and calm his ragged breathing. "We loved more than God, more than he intended for us. We fell because we love others."

He presses a light, quick kiss to the knight's lips, fingers gently stroking the curve of his jaw. Though, his own drunken thoughts cause a quiet laugh to break into his smile. "You invited me into your life, and... I don't want to be anywhere else."