"Business, Reaper?" Darri would remain oddly relaxed, even as the gust went through the store and a chill ran down his spine. He remains in a relaxed position as he tilts his head a bit, offering a faint smile towards the hooded figure in the doorway. There was almost a business-like look on his face, though the features could easily change at any second to one of fear, or even possible anger. It might not have been in tradition of most demons to great a creature of death in such a manor, but to Darri in particular, there was always something to be gained. Then again, to those who do not fear death, is a reaper truly scary? Even if he was afraid of dying, Bel was not far... And Darri had the feeling he would be appearing out here veeeery shortly. Slowly the demon snaps his fingers a bit, attempting to get Harp's attention... he waves his hand to the side, wanting the angel to move out of the way.

And Darri's assumptions were wrong. In the bathroom Bel still sat, irritatingly staring at the mirror and his now rather light pink hair. Once the dye had activated, it didn't take long for it to do its job... but it was pink, nearly matching the color of Harp's eyes. It didn't even register fully to Bel that a reaper had appeared, he stopped listening to them chatter while he had his head in the sink to clean off any of the strange extra dye. He had seen a few of them before, though he was never able to pick them up on his internal warning system or radar. Though it wouldn't matter much, the moment he poofed out from the tiny bathroom he'd obviously notice him... it wouldn't be much longer now, hopefully.