Bel gives the angels hand a light grip, seeming to not mind in the slightest as he was pulled along. He really liked how Harp had twisted his fingers in his hair... how he spoke though, did he like the black hair that now coated his head? Bel lightly shakes his head though, a faint smile now upon his lips. 

"I've never been very fond of this hair color, but every time I use power, it changes back on its own." Bel mutters. He was not going to bother mentioning how good he had been doing the past week, how only today his hair had actually changed back in color. It really made him realize how much power he had released in those few moments. Too much of it, that was for sure. He didn't even realize his skin had started to crack until it had all started to close. By now the red marks would have already faded, not even a trace that there had been horrid gashes carved in his skin to show the truth beneath. 

"Do... you like this hair?" He asks simply, head tilted slightly as they go up the stairs. It had yet to dawn on him that they should have been going downwards. Unless there was something on the higher floors he was forgetting about. The roof, maybe?