'Tis easy to imagine him being a good strategist. [Galahad nods along with Bee's description of Lucifer.] The times I've talked to him he's seemed intelligent and very focused. [Another short pause as he thinks, and Galahad's hands hesitate, too.]

Always very... guarded, too. Private.

[He resumes carefully washing the blood from the Angel's hair, now gently undoing Beelzebub's remaining braids to get the last of the matted crimson out. After that, he'll apply a little soap.]

Aye, I can imagine why it would seem strange for someone to worry about hot water after that. [A pause.] It's a common assumption for humans to make; Most of us don't come from a world anything like yours.