Harp smirked slightly as Bel seemed to have given in to the desires that were brought out. He leaned into the demon, relishing in his warmth. Harp's pink eyes were soft with smugness.

As goosebumps began to run over his skin and he shivered instinctively, Harp listened to Bel. He laughed a little bit. Bel sounded like a child. In fact, Harp found it rather... cute? Usually one wouldn't call a demon adorable, but Harp couldn't help but wonder how emotionally mature this demon was. Being able to kill so freely would make one fairly immature. What if Bel had never been told it was a sin? Then again, he was a demon, so it didn't really matter. 

The cupid wondered where Bel's accomplices were. Usually demons roamed the human world in groups, but Bel seemed to be alone. Maybe he wasn't that 'type' of person. Harp had a hard time envisioning Bel joking around with other demons. Come to think of it, did demons joke around and socialize? Angels did, though Harp was never really a part of it. They would shut him out, ignore him, shoo him away. Angels could be incredibly cruel. Harp had always wondered why he was ostracized. It was due to the fact he was a cupid. Cupids often turned against the Seraphs, and they were treated rather poorly as a result. 

The white-haired angel grinned. "Of course." He promised. Harp's own heartbeat raced against Bel's.