"Don't fret too much 'bout Darri here. He might seem spooky with his phasing, but it gets pretty funny when he fucks up and falls through the floor." And it seemed Bel was quite serious at the comment, a rather friendly grin upon his freckled face. Though before Bel even reached for the offered hair dye, he swiftly turned to Harp, moving in close to the angel as he whispers to him. Darri merely stood back, head still lowered, not even looking towards them.

"And don't back up. If you hold your head high and act like you have a spine, the smarter lesser demons wont even bother you." Though with that, Bel promptly spins right back around with a soft sigh, grabbing the few boxes on the counter before his form promptly just vanishes, leaving nothing behind him aside from scent which ends at the counter where he vanished. But a few moments after, behind the metal door, it was likely the both of them could hear a loud thud and a groan to follow after. "Urgh... sink... too low..." 

The moment Bel was out of sight, Darri finally lifts his head. The pale green eye's of this demons human appearance eyed the angel the other, higher standing demon had brought with him. And frankly, Darri himself did not think much of the angel. He didn't look special or powerful, food? But Bel had never brought food with him before, unless it was already in pieces, and usually he was covered in blood and wanted his jacket cleaned. Sometimes, anyway. Darri had learned the hard way not to question Bel's actions, but this one he couldn't quite let go. Slowly the taller man leans on the counter, arms folded as he merely continues to stare towards the white haired pink-eyed angel... 

"I only phased through the floor once, if you were curious. It wasn't even my fault, either! that Arch demon scared my human pants off." Darri would sigh rather softly. For someone his size, he seemed to be oddly... delicate? His voice wasn't really that loud, or all that deep. Even how he leaned seemed like he was afraid to touch anything almost. "But you... I am curious about you. What are you doing with someone like him? I've known him for a time now and the only time I've ever seen him with a demon or angel was with their head's in a bag, or their blood on his cloths. Why are you alive?" Though as Darri asks this, the demon would advert his gaze away from Harp, as he had done with Bel present. While the obviously lesser demon did not think it was exactly wise to ask such things, he was going to do it anyway. He was curious. He was sure any other's that saw would be curious... 

While it was quite possible the angel wouldn't say anything, it never hurt to ask. Darri wouldn't do anything, or actually even make a step closer to the angel. If he was with Bel, and from the looks of it, Bel actually being -friendly- with this angel... he was off limits. Off limits to Darri, off limits to most other demons, unless one of them felt the need to cause some more chaos... which was always possible. Chaos was what all demons knew best, after all! BUT Darri was not going to be the one to even start to stir that pot of trouble.