"This place? Ah, a simple store." Darri mutters, tilting his head a bit, still eying the angel somewhat. "Though it does get quite a bit of traffic from angels and demons alike. And what is a demon doing owning a store? What -isn't- a demon doing owning a store! Humans wander in here quite often, easy way to pick off a good or easy target." The demon shrugs his shoulders, being quite honest. Though that was likely only because Bel was a short distance behind him, but oddly... truth seemed to fit Darri well. A faint smirk suddenly forms across his dried and cracked lips, a chuckle escaping him.

"So 'maybe' you are his play thing... interesting. Alright, next question. What are you doing here in the human world? I mean, I know you are with Bel, but aside from that?" 

In the bathroom, Bel was making a little lee-way with his hair. The dye was luckily finally starting to work. As he peeked in the mirror at the slowly lightening strands, his ears twitched before he leaned back, sitting on the toilet seat. He could hear them speaking rather easily. Though the door was metal and caused their words to be somewhat mumbled, it was easy enough to understand. He should have been listening to their entire conversation, but he had been a bit too focused on his hair for the first question or two it seemed. He couldn't quite help but wonder what they were talking about, though Darri did like to play his little question games. He was honestly a bit surprised Harp had agreed, but hey, surprises all around he figured.

'Just a few minutes more...' Bel mentally grumbled to himself, suddenly wanting to break the door down and stop the conversation altogether. He barely kept himself seated on the toilet seat, twitching a foot somewhat nervously. He could feel the magics effects so strongly now that he couldn't physically see Harp. And the more he thought about Harp, the more nervous and anxious he became. His leg continues to shake while he merely sits there, now practically glaring at himself in the dirty and cracked mirror.