Beelzebub was a little drunk and more than a little curious about the trail of red petals. They lead him straight to a woman who he only notices when she speaks. Drunken, he's startled by both her presence and even more so by her questions. He's immediately anxious about the topic at hand.

"I don't know, and I don't understand it." The truth is this angel is probably just as confused about the topic as she is, and he's drinking on top of it. He stops to stare at the person asking and then finally shrugs. "I didn't."

And then the angel gets a grin that should, by all accounts, have a blush if it wasn't for the flush of his cheeks from drink. "...He is Gerval and a fellow honorable warrior."