"Want to fly that badly, hrm?" Bel mutters, shaking his head a bit. Though something else popped into his head as he spoke. "What was your mission, exactly? From the looks of it you were getting really close to it. What happened exactly?" 

With a tilt of his head, the hood follows in an easy motion, a few loose strands of hair falling into his face. He really did not seem to mind though, focusing upon Harp rather expectantly waiting for an answer. He couldn't quite remember what had happened then. Only that his heart was beating to rapidly and so loudly he couldn't hear anything else... At least until he suddenly snapped back awake. He didn't like having to ask Harp questions at the moment. The angel could easily lie to him and he wouldn't even be able to tell the difference.