Bel offers a faint smile as Harp rubs his cheek. Though already any scrape that might have been there was healed, the notion was rather sweet he supposed. It was a faint reminder that his human skin was much more delicate than what was underneath, and that was alright. He didn't have to be all dangerous and black-skinned 100% of the time, he didn't need to be on guard all the time, either. But being so close to Harp at the moment was seriously messing with his natural warning system... which was already foggy because of the cupid's arrow. 

Bel, in all honesty, did not know a great deal about cupids. He knew basic stuff, things he had heard. They were beings of love, attraction, and affection. Annnnd that was about all he knew. Well, that, and they had arrows. Of course he knew about that bit, he had been pricked with one of them. Mostly it was just inconvenience, a delay for more sweet precarious time.... At least on Harp's end. Though, while the demon still dwelled on it... it really didn't -feel- like that big of a deal. And that was troublesome. It should have been a huge deal that this angel had him under his magic... but on some level, be it because of the magic or not, Bel found himself to trust Harp. To some extent anyway, otherwise he would not have gotten so angry like that when the other angel blinded the cupid. But that all could just be effects from the damned arrow... 

A low groan escapes Bel as he grips onto Harp's hand, frowning a bit. "The light?" He snorts softly, his nose wrinkling a bit as he catches an overly strong whiff of salty air through the usually thick aroma this city held. "I guess that is good enough answer for now. But my I ask you one more thing?" He mutters out, narrowing his bright green-eyed gaze towards the angel.