Though Bel settled reluctantly back into his seat, he wanted to turn around and slaughter the three of them. But as the thought crossed his mind, the demon suddenly realized that just the thought of blood splattering everywhere sounded nice. Felt nice, too. He couldn't quite explain how, but he could feel the slickness of the red liquid dripping off of his skin, just by memory. It sort of made his mouth water, too. Lightly shaking his head, he starts to lightly grind his sharpened 'human' teeth. Teeth that were again feeling far too big for his mouth, though he knew it wasn't even visible from the outside. 

Thankfully though, as he glanced over to Harp in silence, he physically felt himself calm down. Not a great deal, but a mere notch or two. Which for someone such as Bel, was a bit unusual. But then again, nothing about this situation could be considered usual, not even in the slightest. Swallowing a sigh, Bel slowly exhales through his nose. This angel was trouble and hurt his head, in more ways than one. 

Without much warning, Bel would suddenly tilt over towards Harp, attempting to rest his head upon the Angel's shoulder while he watched the movie. He had not really been paying attention, but secretly he hoped he had not noticed too much of what had just happened. Not that it was a huge deal or anything, but on some level, Bel didn't want to totally ruin his first movie. He could recall the first time he had watched a movie, it was quite magical, without actual magic, he would admit.