There are a few 'oofs' and more laughter as Beelzebub grabs at him, with Galahad bracing himself against the other man's chest to prevent them from bumping foreheads. He settles after a moment though, folding his arms on the angel's chest and leaning into the kiss Beelzebub offers him-- only for said kiss to be interrupted by more laughter.
The knight can't help the very slightly pouty expression that draws his eyebrows together as the angel pulls away, but his smile returns quickly enough at Beelzebub's cocky statement. It does make him wonder for a moment what the angel might think of the God from his world, but at the same time he isn't sure whether now is the right time to bring up such a serious question. Similarly, those words also make him worry suddenly about whether they mean the angel's divinity marks him as one of the first of many preferable targets in their war. If the knight's being honest with himself, he has to assume that much has to be the truth.
The idea is one he can't quite brush off as easily as the idea of the angel taking issue with his own world's version of God. The smile remains fixed on his face, but it takes on a slightly distracted quality as he diverts his gaze to one of the other man's scars, slowly running his fingers over it in a pensive, thoughtful way.
Rather than speak his thoughts, however, he decides to change the subject to something he's been wondering about in the back of his mind for some time now. Better to save the weightiest topics for when they're both of clearer mind and Galahad isn't a few hours from the time when he usually falls asleep.
"Cariad," he starts, slowly. "In your world, is the divine also holy? Or are you not that anymore since the fall?" He's aware that the question might be hurtful, but he genuinely doesn't know how to ask it in a way other than this.
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The knight can't help the very slightly pouty expression that draws his eyebrows together as the angel pulls away, but his smile returns quickly enough at Beelzebub's cocky statement. It does make him wonder for a moment what the angel might think of the God from his world, but at the same time he isn't sure whether now is the right time to bring up such a serious question. Similarly, those words also make him worry suddenly about whether they mean the angel's divinity marks him as one of the first of many preferable targets in their war. If the knight's being honest with himself, he has to assume that much has to be the truth.
The idea is one he can't quite brush off as easily as the idea of the angel taking issue with his own world's version of God. The smile remains fixed on his face, but it takes on a slightly distracted quality as he diverts his gaze to one of the other man's scars, slowly running his fingers over it in a pensive, thoughtful way.
Rather than speak his thoughts, however, he decides to change the subject to something he's been wondering about in the back of his mind for some time now. Better to save the weightiest topics for when they're both of clearer mind and Galahad isn't a few hours from the time when he usually falls asleep.
"Cariad," he starts, slowly. "In your world, is the divine also holy? Or are you not that anymore since the fall?" He's aware that the question might be hurtful, but he genuinely doesn't know how to ask it in a way other than this.