"Aye, that's correct. I grew up in northernmost Albion, but when not in the Nexus, I serve under King Arthur in Camelot. It's a prosperous land, mostly thanks to the king's efforts. There's no real reason to leave, unless a man is tasked with a mission by king or God to another kingdom." And yet Galahad's here. Granted, his fiancé and friends are big reasons for that these days.

What Crowley tells him about angels and demons sharing their true forms with each other tracks with things Beelzebub's told him before. He's nodding along with the demon's words, smiling pleasantly-- and then he hesitates when Crowley throws in his one-off about smiting.

"Smiting?" He frowns slightly, not quite ready to jump fully to conclusions, but certainly confused. "Is that... something you do often?"