Harp hummed soothingly as Bel's hood fell. He raised his other hand to caress the lovestruck demon's arm. As Harp continually stroked his victim's orange mop of hair, he noticed that it became darker as it got closer to the root. Harp wondered vaguely if Bel did this on purpose, or if it was natural. He also noticed a metal earring on the demon's ear. Pink eyes glittered with fascination. 

Since Bel had decided to get down just a bit, did this mean he was giving up? Or perhaps he just was tired, or wanted to shrink? At any rate, it appeared that Harp's arrows had done their job. The poison of love was already making its way through Bel's body. It would swim around in his deepest desires, poke at his heart, and tug at his inner warmth... Well, not exactly. Unfortunately, what Harp did remember about shooting arrows at demons was not good. The thing with darker beings was that they had no light whatsoever. Nein. Zero. Lacking. Missing. 

Since there was no love to be pulled out, there was only one thing that could surface- lust. However, Harp knew Bel wasn't entirely lost. If he was pure evil, why did he offer his help and assistance? There would be no easy answer to this question. It wasn't farfetched to say, though, that Bel was more likely to experience extreme lust than sweet love. Harp's gaze reached out to Bel. 

"Everyone's dirty. Nothing's clean. I don't want to clean you..." Harp murmured, bringing himself closer. "You don't... Want to be cleaned, do you? All I want to do is to help you... Plus, I can make you feel... feel really, really good." The cupid soothed.