One by one Bel's thoughts were slowly vanishing as he listened to Harp speak, the angel's pink-eyed gaze holding his attention quite well as he looked into its depths. He tried to tell himself that he did not like this, not even in the slightest. But as the angel stroked his hair, he suddenly wanted the soft strands tugged on. Roughly. With the panic having all but been dispelled, the truth was starting to show with the others advances. 

It had been so long since he had felt such a thing. The weight on his body was slowly vanishing, not that he really noticed. Sucking in a sharp breath, a faint smile forms upon Bel's face. "I feel we speak of a different kind of dirt... but this kind is much more acceptable." He murmurs softly, suddenly pulling his hands from his pockets and closing the small distance between them, pressing himself roughly against Harp. Though Bel kept himself lowered as he did so, it really did not seem to be much of a problem for the demon. In fact, it seemed to be more of a natural state for him if anything. Keeping ones head so high all the time must be exhausting, and with how he was feeling currently, he had no desire to stand on such an obscene pedestal any longer. 

Bel's breathing was quite heavy, his nostril's flared. He just couldn't get quite close enough to the angel, he found the clothing to be quite a bother too. It almost sounded painful as he managed to speak again. "Promise?" He rumbles out roughly, slamming his bright emerald eyes shut as the sound of his own rapidly beating heart reaching his ears.