He feels the urge to follow after that gentle touch, so enamored by it and by the whole moment.

Watching them reach for the bottle, the angel smiles, practically radiating the giddiness he feels about this step they've taken. He doesn't entirely know the way forward, if something changes, if they just solidified what they knew, what else is there to discuss, but, right now, he's very happy just to celebrate.

He pulls one of his arms away, but the other stays around his demon. "I do believe you're right." And, with a snap of his fingers, he's holding two wine glasses, necessary tools for a proper toast.