At Bel's question, Harp said nothing. The angel just stared out into the distance, examining the world around him. The city skyline was very nice. It almost looked like a painting. Finally, the cupid focused his gaze on Bel. He gave him a blank look. There was little point in lying, but less reason to tell him the truth. 

"It was..." The pink-eyed angel crept closer to the lovestruck demon. He wrapped their hands together. Tenderly, he kissed Bel's hand. 

"It doesn't matter, but you deserve to know. I think it does..." Harp paused once more before taking a deep breath. The city smog was foreign to his pure lungs and airways. He tugged at Bel, bringing him closer to the edge of the rooftop. "I'll tell you once we're on the ground." With that, Harp gave a final tug, sending both him and Bel over the edge and into free fall.