Bel did not even flinch upon feeling the angel's uncomfortableness, though was slightly thankful that he calmed down and became engrossed in the movie. Now if only danger didn't seem to follow this little angel, just maybe Bel could have been in a better mood. Or it was quite possible Bel was just being somewhat territorial for once in his demonic life, or maybe even just a bit possessive over the angel. In truth though, Bel wasn't sure which to hope for, neither of them were good. Demons could be very possessive and territorial beings, but in all his years, Bel had been rather good about not being either of those. Up until now, anyway. Just the thought of other non-humans being so close made his skin crawl, especially ones that posed possible threats.

The demon remained slouched in his seat, lightly rubbing his thumb over the back of Harp's hand. He had yet to actually look at the screen, taking in only one small peek so far. Though his attention was quickly drawn to the screen and the scene that was starting to play out. He had read the books out of boredom, but it was always most interesting to see the visual on the large screen. One of the main characters had just walked out of the thick underbrush, a white furred ruby-red eyed wolf. This guy was a couple years older than the boy who was tied onto the offering pedestal that was stained with blood, and by all means in Bel's mind should not have been the one there to collect the child. Though as he recalled after reading the second book, the age of 'maturity' was very different in this pack of wolves.

Bel just lightly shakes his head as he drops his arm to get a better look at the screen. The wolf was slowly hobbling up to the pedestal, imposing and rather intimidating, especially to the young boy who was all tied up. Growling and barking commands and questions, the wolf was rapidly changing from a mere four-legged wolf into a bipedal one. Wolves like this did exist in this world, but much unlike this story, they could not change shape so easily. It was a painful process, he had watched it several times while doing some observation from atop a building once. That and most of them were loners and tried to blend in with the humans. 

He actually was starting to get into the movie a bit, his mental strain slowly disintegrating as he watched the screen with wide eyes. But then he heard them. Oh, he had sensed they were there, but they had been quiet for the most part. Then again, maybe he had not been paying attention, movies had that effect on creatures, especially when they were deep in thought. Grudgingly Bel pushes himself up a bit in his seat, turning his head just enough to glance behind him to see whom it was making such a racket. He spotted them rather easily, three of the, in a few rows behind Harp and himself. A low growl would erupt from his throat as he finally turns more in his seat to face them, baring his suddenly sharpened fangs in an aggressive manor. The shadows in the theater would suddenly grow much, much darker than they had been previously, just showing the demons irritation. They no longer danced, even the light of the large screen seemed to be eaten by them. 

Thankfully though, they would die back down quickly to how they were previously, following in suit with Bel's fangs as he spoke in a harsh, but oddly friendly sounding tone. "Quiet, if you will. Some of us have better hearing than most."