"You have a nice smile, by the way." Harp murmured softly before Bel spoke. Though the other's sharp teeth were a bit unnerving, he was reminded that after all, it was a smile. An evil smile. A demonic smile. A smile that was probably shot at dozens of angels before they had their wings brutally ripped off! Harp's own smile faltered, but only for a moment. 'Okay, don't let your guard down!' He thought. What Harp didn't know was that this demon was very, very dangerous. Full-fledged angels were sent on the same mission and were killed. Others became demons themselves. Still others lost their minds. 

Harp felt himself relax slightly when he heard the faux warm tone of the other's voice. He might have been an emotion angel, but he couldn't read this demon at all! Though Harp seemed dense, he was just constantly in his own little world where everything was bright and beautiful. There was no place like that, not even the world he was from! There was a reason Harp lied to himself, but he didn't like to talk about it. "Oh, thanks..." He replied, blushing a bit, knowing the other was flirting with him. After the demon asked him to leave with him, Harp's eyes widened. Should he? He could sense this demons was dangerous, even he wasn't that slow. But on the other hand, this might be the opportunity he needed! Not to mention, Harp still had his 'arrows' with him. 

He was planning on using them. When people were in love, they did crazy things, right? But if he tried to shoot his target now, he would be stopped. The angel wasn't as fast as the others, after all. Maybe keeping his cover would be the best course of action. "Alright, lead the way, Mister..." Harp lead the word on, his own way of asking the name of the demon. There were so many freckles on his face! Harp wanted to just reach over and connect the dots somehow. Though the male was handsome now, Harp couldn't help but wonder if he looked scary in his demon form. He fingered the device his arrows were kept in. It was clipped to his pants. He was lucky he was the only one who could wield them! It would be more than simple to steal it from him... "Oh, I almost forgot! My name's Harp! Like, the instrument? Though I think harps are a little too quiet for my tastes." He chattered as he followed the other male out the door. Harp was shorter than him, so that was one more thing that made him uncomfortable. As he stood outside for a moment, Harp thought about what to ask him. As a demon, the other would be really, really clever. At least in theory. But... Harp knew how to deal with those people... 

"Hey, can I ask you a question?" Meeting no objection, the pink-eyed angel continued. "Will you be my friend?" He smiled warmly, though the question made him a little sad. The last time he had asked someone that... NO! There was no point in thinking about that now!