Beelzebub is happy to move up away from the edge of the bed where he had been half sitting, half laying. However, moving is a drunken debacle, though a humorous one. Drunk, a little dizzy, and still getting shivers from his feathers he almost falls on Galahad more than once, drifting into deep, giggling laughter.

They do eventually make it to a normal laying position on the bed, Beelzebub propped up on a pile of pillows Galahad fumbled to get under him when the laughter was too much for the angel to help. More chuckles erupt, both from the image and a bit of shivering pleasure, as Galahad helps get his wings sorted. In truth, most of the bed is covered in wings, but since they are flat on the bed, the human's weight wouldn't injure them if they were laid on.

The encouragement of mischief for the drunken angel is seductive. When his lover asks the question he sits up partially and grabs both of his forearms, pulling the knight on top of him as he lays back onto the pillows. "I'm the tenth created after the universe began."

It made him eleventh angel, but Lucifer came before the universe. He tugs on Galahad's arms until he's close enough for a kiss, against laughter that interrupts it. Then the pride and ego comes clear as his swagger. "Divine enough that God worries what I'm doing."