Harp's pink eyes reflected slight confusion. Even if it wasn't genuine, the possibility of a demon being kind was very strange. They were clever creatures, that much was certain. Harp wondered what else they were capable of. He had learned a great deal about demons, but they were mostly things about the lesser demons. Anything they knew about sins, kisshins, or archdemons was due to the accounts of archangels. The rest of the angels weren't strong enough to get in close proximity to find out anything about the higher demons and survive. Harp realized he was in a rare position that he could potentially find out much about Bel. It was already established he was a ridiculously powerful demon, by the number of virtues he had killed. 

It was rather interesting, and the cupid made a note of this. Now, however, he was concerned with Darri and the nameless reaper. The reaper was being as creepy as it could, floating in the air while releasing a deep, guttural noise. The doll seemed to be jumping on the counter-top, as if there was an earthquake taking place right under it. At Darri and Bel's consent Harp nodded. "Right. Guess I'll just keep this hair, then." It was probably a good thing he was interrupted. Who knows what kind of weird color his hair would be if he used the dye in Darri's store?

The reaper drifted to the front counter and exhaled deeply. Didn't this idiotic demon know what to do with an artifact such as this? It reached out with a single bandaged hand, as slow as a ghost. Then, it reached down to the doll and tapped it impatiently against the cash register. With that, it promptly dropped the child's toy back onto the counter, causing it to cause a clatter. Harp watched curiously. The reaper then drummed on the counter with a single hand, as if to say, 'Hurry up and ring the damn item before I rip out your soul, you stupid demon...' 

At that, the cupid snickered before crossing his arms. "I think it wants to buy that..." He offered, trying to be helpful. Though the reaper was still very cryptic, it seemed a bit more understandable. It was only a matter of time before the thing dispersed into unholy souls or something, and would probably make him think differently. The human world wasn't as spiritual as the White or Black world, but for some reason, everyone used it as a temporary living place, including himself. "Bel, let's go... Show me what you do at night, hm?" Harp whispered softly.