As a being created rather than elevated to his envoy status, watching Mordred come into his powers has been a great curiosity and a treat for Galeas. A broad, sunny smile grows over his face as he listens to the other man gush about the evening, its importance, and his excitement over being able to be a part of all of it. He's all too glad that Mordred's having a good time-- this is his night as the Goddess' envoy, and it's only right that he should spend it spreading the Mother's influence. His smile broadens (if that's even possible) as his husband kisses and holds onto him excitedly.

"Of course. There's so much to do and see here, and I can... feel how elated everyone is." He touches Mordred's hair (and hair-ivy) fondly, sparing his little bee friend a warm look. "This isn't like an ordinary party. There's something special about it, and you're helping contribute to it. The Goddess will be pleased." And the envoy couldn't feel prouder. Mordred's powers are very different to his own, but Galeas understands the great pleasure of doing one's god-appointed duty and the settled sense of purpose that it brings. "If you're all done here, there's a lot of delicious food I tried that you'd like. Some of it's very sweet." He squeezes Mordred's hand excitedly.