"Outside..." Bel rumbles softly, quickly releasing Harp from his grasp and pushing himself to his feet, offering a hand to the angel. He hadn't noticed, but he already knew his hair was now completely black in color, even his eyebrows. He was never fond of the color though... he'd have to dye it all over again. One human thing he was quite thankful for, at least.

 "Can... we go get some hair dye...?" He asks this, lowering his head somewhat. He even had his shoulders slouched, making himself appear smaller and less threatening. He had scared Harp, that much he knew. Because, despite what the cupid said, Bel knew better. It was just the effects of the magic that was messing so badly with his judgement. No one liked a demon. Not most humans that knew of them. Not angels. Sometimes not even demons themselves. He sucks in a sharp breath. "I need... to fix my hair."