Darri lets out a bit of a chuckle, a much more friendly look upon his features now that the angel was actually talking. Even though he had tried to lie, he seemed to be honest in the end. That was good, he guessed. Though his answer was not what he was expecting, in the slightest. Helping Bel? What in the world did that guy need help with? Was this angel some kind of slave or something...? But why would he even keep one of those? "What Bel is exactly? Hrm..." Darri slowly lifts a hand, lightly rubbing his chin for a few moments. He lightly tilts his head to the side, offering a faint one-sided shrug. "No one really knows, in truth. Possibly a sin. Or maybe not. We all just know he is dangerous to demons and angels alike. He doesn't really discern between either, if you noticed." Which, was true. Bel really didn't care which you were in the end, as long as you were either dead or under his heel... "Alright, my turn again. What are you helping him with? I've never seen him need 'help' with anything before. I mean, he'd rather kill everyone than get help. So just what kind of-... wait, waaaaiiiit." Suddenly Darri jerked upwards from his slouched position, straightening himself up. He peers at the angel before him, sucking in a sharp breath. "Do you mean 'that' kind of help? The touchy-feely kind?" His pale green eyes were narrowed as he stared down at the angel. It was not an intense stare, but one of a bit of shock. Did Bel actually do things like that? Or had he totally just jumped the gun? Possibly. But the more Darri thought about it, nothing else really made much sense. That... or maybe the demon he had come to fear and respect actually was saving this angel to eat for later or something. Ugh. Darri's head was spinning before he promptly plopped back down into his seat, lifting a hand to rub at his eyes. "You don't have to answer that if you don't want. But I get another question." As Darri lifted his head to offer a faint smile, it actually seemed like he wanted the angel to skip his previously asked question.