Beelzebub nods. "It's going to be a nice piece when it's done."

He was already considering the spellwork to carve into the heads when the forging process was done. He was going to keep working but he felt, almost as much as heard, the weight of the discussion Galahad wanted to talk about. He takes a moment to finish the smoothness on the bladed side, then he quenches it. He checks over it and covers the pit to keep the animals safe. Wiping his hands he turns to face his partner.

"What's on your mind?" Beelzebub found it a little more pressing since Galahad rarely came with this much seriousness.