Harp giggled softly at Bel. "Well, you're not going to float away as long as I'm here..." He reassured, burying his face in the heat of the demon. His eyes sparkled like athemyst. 

As he held onto the demon, Harp began to wonder what exactly would happen if his back suddenly began to itch. As he thought about it, Harp realized that his back did kind of itch. Irately, the angel reached one arm in attempt to scratch his back, but was met with only more frustration. Huffing out a breath in annoyance, Harp just gave up and relaxed. "What is? Our heartbeats?" Come to think of it, Harp hadn't realized that Bel's heartbeat was so rapid. 

Before he was able to do anything else, there was a sudden click of heels in the distance. A female voice sang, "Harp! Oh, Ha-arp!" Harp only clung onto Bel tighter. He tried to drown the voice out.