That surprises Galahad a little. The gathering seems large for something that apparently formed spontaneously and without invitations being conveyed beforehand. "Aye? Whose idea was the game, then?"

The knight can't help but smile as he hears Beelzebub's laughter erupt over the surface of the sound of the many conversations happening in the room. Even the smallest signals of the angel's presence bring him great joy lately, but nothing makes Galahad so happy as seeing Beelzebub laugh or smile. He turns his head to watch his lover from across the room for a moment, one ear still trained on Belial's words as the angel speaks to him.

"He means well. I think he's been more excitable than usual lately." Which is a mild description for both Beelzebub's wrath and the carousing and excitement happening at the other end of the room. "I don't know if he has told your family, but we have plans to build a house together at the edge of the Wilds." The knight's face shines as he talks about the house-- the deed for the land is still only freshly settled in a drawer back at the inn, but part of him already feels as if their home is mere weeks from being in their grasp.