"Yeah..." Bel muttered in a panted, almost tired sounding breath. It was all just a bit too much, even for this demon. Having been in the dark for most of his existence, the thumping of his heart was captivating and terrifying. He had been told many, many times that someone as 'evil' as himself had no heart. He had never felt it beating before, even at moments it should... but here it was! It was moving so rapidly, he felt like his chest was about to burst open at any second! The sound of it was still so loud within his ears...

"Its... a bit much. S-..rry..." Bel did not even hear the clicking of heels in the distance, or anything else for that matter. Sucking in a final sharp breath filled with Harp's scent, the demon promptly collapses onto the angel like dead weight. A very warm dead weight, though. He was still gripping onto the angel in a rather loose grip, but it appeared his consciousness had slipped. It was quite possible shock had finally fully set in, or maybe with how fast his heart was beating it was just a bit too much for one moment. His chest still felt so heavy, had the angel not been there to be gripped onto, it is quite likely he would have gone right down the stairs. 

It was impossible to tell if he would pop right back up at any moment, or if he would be down for the count for a while. His heart was still beating painfully fast and his breathing somewhat rugged.