No one, in four thousand years? It seems I have much making up to do for this injustice...

[Because this isn't even the first time that he has found Beelzebub's way with words to be beautiful. Beel deserves to know how much of an impact he has with them.

Just as in the past, he finds himself leaning into that touch- and leaning into Beelzebub proper.]

Thank you, Beel. I won't allow myself to squander the trust that you have given me another time.

[He can't lose sight of himself again. There is something more important than the truth, and that something—someone—is right in front of him.]