Bel looked at Harp with disbelief. Did not plan on hurting him? He had already done that with this magic! But the angels words seemed to have struck a cord somewhere within him, a faint laugh escaping him. Hearing the words 'abundantly warm' made him feel... just a bit better about this situation. He really wished though that such emotions had not been dragged back forcefully to the surface, such emotions that he had not shown in forever... such human like emotions. He still felt so heavy though, a feeling he could not quite shake, even as he attempted to evade Harp's touch. 

But instead of fleeing down the stairs as he wanted, something compelled him to remain in place. Resulting in him merely lowering himself a bit as the others hand dives into his thick mass of dark orange hair, trying to appear smaller than the angel. His hood finally fell back, revealing that not all of his hair was dark orange. In fact, his roots were nearly as black as his eyes, several other darker colored thrown into the mix. There was a small silver stud piercing in the top of his right ear, too. Despite having tried to duck away from Harp's touch, he seemed to actually calm down with the touch. A held breath is slowly released, one he was not even aware he was holding. 

It was relaxing, he realized, quite content suddenly. But thoughts still plagued him as he tried to slink away again, away from Harp's touch. "Maybe... not nasty." He mutters out rather softly. "But dirty ...so filthy. You can't see it..." He is silent for a few moments. "Please." His 'please' sounded much more like a pleading cry, there was obvious strain in his voice. But what was the please for? Please don't touch him? Please touch him more? The more Bel attempted to resist, the more he was drawn in. It was like he was being dragged by his horns into a cage, the weight on his chest only grew a bit heavier. All he wanted to do now was curl up in a ball within his own small territory and weep. He did not like this, not one bit. Someone suddenly becoming so important, someone he couldn't just ignore. If his arms did not feel like they were being held in place by the divine himself, It was quite possible Bel would have ripped Harp to shreds. Or hugged him until all the air was out of his lungs while crushing bones... Or... maybe just hug onto the angel of his pain while he sobbed. He had full reason to want to kill this angel, full reason to hate him more than the rest now, but with the powerful effect of the magic... he just couldn't.