The golden eyes with their slitted pupils are a bit jarring, but still mostly on par for the kinds of odd things the knight sees around the Nexus daily. His own curious staring at Crowley's eyes is interrupted, however, as the demon starts directing what seems to Galahad to be an unusual amount of ire at his banana costume. The knight smiles reflexively in response, confused, and glances down at his outfit.

In all fairness, Crowley isn't the first person to raise questions about the bright and cheerful costume. The naysaying doesn't bother the knight, though, his expression turning a little self-effacing at the edges.

"I don't see anything wrong with it," he admits. "It is a little silly, aye, but it's pleasant and colorful, and does well at keeping out the chill of the evening." I mean, isn't that just practical??? A thoughtful beat. "It would have been a different tale if it'd turned me into a fruit, of course, but it seems I've been lucky in avoiding those magics tonight."

That having been said, the knight's brightens and offers Crowley a hand.

"I'm called Galahad, by the way. It's good to meet you."