As Harp hugged the demon, he heard a rushed apology. Pink eyes snapped open in confusion. "Bel... what are you apologizing for...?" The white-haired angel responded, not pulling his face away from the other's chest. As the footsteps sped up, Harp gave the warm blooded demon one final squeeze before reluctantly pulling away to get a better look at what was going on. What he saw made him grimace. Bel appeared to be sleeping like a baby. He looked a little like a puppy when he slept like this. Harp paused, before reaching out to squeeze the sleeping demon's cheek, giggling shortly after. 

However, he wouldn't be able to pinch his victim's cheek for long. Soon, the female angel had arrived. She was tall, almost six feet. She had blonde hair that was perfectly shaped, along with her perfect lips. Perfect skin tone matched perfectly white wings. She was the very epitome of beauty and elegance. She was also very vain. Harp was unimpressed by her. "Why hello!" She sang. She knew him, but he wished he didn't know her. "My, my. You did it! You captured him. Now, just hand him-" Harp's eyes widened. 

"No! Get away, you witch!" Harp may have entranced Bel, but he didn't want to give him up. The angel frowned. 

"Witch? Now, that's not very polite..." She raised her hand, and Harp saw a flash of light. He cried out in pain. He was temporarily blinded.