For several moments, a more serious look was on Bel's face, as if he had to ask something that Harp wouldn't fully answer. In all honesty, Bel wasn't really fond of these half assed answers he had gotten so far. But he wasn't about to say something about it. It really wasn't that big of a problem, he merely preferred things to be more direct and honest. 

It took only a few seconds, but Bel's face quickly lightened up as the demon was nudged in the shoulder for an indication to move. He suddenly reached his arms over, wrapping his arms around one of Harp's and hugging onto it, head tilted to rest upon the angel. A content sigh escapes him before he starts to tug on the angels arm with his hug, apparently already having some place in mind it would seem. "Lets go get some hair dye, maybe some trashy human food, cloths, and then maybe we can go sit on the docks for a bit. I actually had someone to meet before I ran into you, but I don't think they will be alright with this." He mutters, giving Harp's arm a light squeeze. "In fact, I don't think any of them would like me playing with a foe or potential food. So stick close. Because while I don't really care for any of my kin, I'd rather not spill their blood unnecessarily."

It was true. He really did not like most other demons, arch or otherwise. In general, he really just didn't like others that much. Or maybe that is what he forced himself to believe. He couldn't quite recall when it had started to be like this, but it been this way for as long as he could remember. Somewhere deep inside, some part of Bel was slightly happy for Harp's magic. Because of it, he was actually able to do something like this... be this close to something else without ripping it to shreds. He generally hated the feel of anothers skin touching his own. It sort of dawned on him though, that even before he had been pricked with the arrow... he didn't find Harp's touch all that sickening. In fact, he really liked it.

But that could have just been because he was a cupid? Maybe that was one of their skills. Or maybe it wasn't and maybe Bel just found another creature he could touch without feeling the need to rip it to tiny bits, he-... He really wished he could get this thoughts straight. He had wanted to rip Harp to tiny bits and bathe in his blood. He still did on some level, but the will to do so now was nearly non-existent. In fact... his urge to kill was so low, it was a bit worrisome. He even let one of them get away...