"Crazy how things work out sometimes." Bel mutters softly with a light shake of his head, shuffling past Harp to move into the room. He notes the reaper, but makes no action towards the harbringer. In fact, he seems to completely ignore it, at least for the moment. His mind was elsewhere aside from riddles that reapers were spewing at the moment, there were more important things. Well, alright, maybe not -that- important, but it rose higher on Bel's list than the reaper this very second.

While their façade of Bel being in charge was working for the moment, just how much longer was it going to last? It had not even been a full day yet it seemed like the rest of the world already knew something was up. That, and why was this pink eyed angel so curious as to what and whom he actually was? Well, when he gave it a bit more thought, it did make sense to want to know what you had under your thumb. But shouldn't he have thought about that before jabbing him with one of his arrows? Possibly. But seeing as Bel actually had little control over the entire situation, Harp would probably set him down at some point and ask directly. To which, he was not sure If he could lie his way out of it. Not that he would mind telling the little wingless cupid directly, but, this was not the place for such a thing. Or the right time! But really, when was the right time? Between now and never...?

Slowly Bel turned, a large grin on his face as he lifts a warm hand to lightly pat Harp on the head, ruffling his hair a bit. "Don't do that to your hair, I like it. And as for what is different about me, well..." He says as his grin slowly fades into a smirk, tilting his head a bit as he glances back towards the reaper and Darri. "Is up for discussion at another time with less prying ears about." 

Darri's laughter slowly dies down as he looks over at Bel and Harp. He had never seen the demon be so buddy-buddy with someone in such a way before, it actually sort of bothered him. When he gave it more thought, 'sort of' didn't quite cut it. In fact, it really bothered him. Maybe the cupid wasn't lying about being Bel's toy, with what he said, that is really how it seemed at the moment. Because Bel wasn't friendly-friendly with people like that, at least not in public... "Yeah, your hair looks fine! This guy just... doesn't like his natural color... Uhm." The demon's words seem to drift off as his attention turns back to the reaper and the doll with a bit of a frown. He never really dealt with a reaper before, let alone one leaving something on his counter. That doll, of all things.

"Bel. You should do something about this... thing." Darri mutters, lightly pointing a lowered finger towards the reaper and then motions towards the doll.