At Bel's inquiry, Harp nodded a bit. He really was... an idiot. Not because he had shot a demon, oh not at all. Perhaps it was because even after a reaper, a 'gatekeeper' being warned him to stay away, he came running back to the lovestruck demon. 

Then again, could he had been telling him not to stay away? As if he let the demon come out of the spell, Harp would despair? It was all very possible, for it was a well-known fact reapers spoke in riddles. Personally, the angel wondered why they insisted on being so darn creepy to begin with! 

"Yes," He bluffed to the demon before following him out. "I can tell there's something different with you. Can't tell if that's good or bad. Yet." Terms such as 'good' and 'bad' had all but lost their meaning. What point was there to sit around and called himself good when he was running wild with a possible arch demon? 

The doll was possessed. How, of course, is beyond our mortal understanding. The doll would grow hair. Not that it was bald, but it's hair would grow even longer. Perhaps not the most terrifying thing possible, but eerie nonetheless.

With heavy feet, the angel stood behind Bel, grimacing as Darri laughed. He fondled his own white hair playfully. Then, he piped, "I think... I'd like to change my hair color, too!" He grinned to Bel. The reaper was silent.