"The quiet game, huh? Well that's... not cool in the slightest. Not that I really care or anything." Darri is quiet a moment before he frowns. "I lied, I do care. How about we play a little game? You answer a question of mine, I'll answer a question of yours? No tricks, no cheats, just questions and answers. You can pass on one question and one answer. Lets see... how about only a total of six questions all together, three for each? Though if you skip one, I get an extra, as do you. He is going to be in there for a bit, and you seem the curious kind." He quirked a brow curiously towards the angel, offering a faint smile. Darri was very low on the demon totem pole, he didn't have power like most of them aside from his ability to phase. It was probably a good thing though, because if he were any stronger, he was sure he would have been one of Bel's targets. 

Meanwhile, behind the metal door in the tiny bathroom... Bel stood awkwardly on the bright neon yellow stepping stool in front of the sink. He had stripped himself of his jacket and shirt, both now hanging on the overly high doorknob that Bel could nearly knock himself out with. Oddly enough, there was no handle on the other side of the door. Not that anyone who even used this tiny-ass bathroom needed one anyway. A soft groan escapes the demon as he raises his hands, combing his fingers through the locks of still black hair. 

He had not bothered with the dinky plastic gloves, the chemicals in this hair dye wouldn't even burn his skin if it sat for a month. But already it was taking longer than usual for the dye to lighten the black stands of hair that was all clumped up. Maybe it was because he had someone waiting, or maybe it was just because he was impatient at the moment... or maybe it was a different dye. Though as Bel gives a quick examine over the box, it as the same as always. He must have just been being impatient, but he couldn't help but be a bit nervous. He had left Harp out there with Darri.

Bel had known Darri for a while now, the other demon was far bellow himself. Far enough down that he didn't even register on Bel's radar as dangerous, seeing as the only real thing he could do was phase, and even that had a limit. They'd tested it the first time they had the misfortune of running into one another. While Darri was not a threat to Harp... who knows what other demon might wander into the shop. Or possibly another angel, even... For such a low-ranking demon, Darri did attract quite a bit of attention from both sides, Bel realized.

A soft groan would escape Bel as he continues to stare into the smudged and cracked mirror at his hair, barely blinking. Though slowly he starts to let his gaze drift to his face, the freckles, those emerald eyes, the invisible cracks in his human skin... His gaze continued to move, now running down his neck to his shoulders and torso. Despite having calmed down, the cracks that had ran down into his shirtline were still a bit red and irritated looking. Now that he gave it a bit more thought... they probably wouldn't vanish until the cupid's magic was gone. Yet another groan escapes him as he tilts his head to the side... just waiting now.