"Harp?" He mumbled out as he pulled away from the door, allowing the heavy metal block to slide back into place with a soft click of the lock mechanism. "The harp is beautiful instrument, very calming and relaxing. If the right cords are plucked, that is. Otherwise it is quite a tribulation... I am sure you are just the same." Bel says this as his hand slips from the door handle and steadily starts to make his way down the stairs, not even bothering to look to his side or behind him to see if Harp was following. He had followed him into the stairwell already, was there really any other need to keep an eye on him? He seemed to simple to just stop following him now. A soft sigh slowly escapes the demon as he stuffs his hands into his jacket pockets. He was not cold, not even remotely. The chill rolled off of him like fog in the early morning on a lake... it touched, but nothing was felt. It was a human notion he had picked up some time ago, he was not sure why the did it, maybe to stop from needlessly moving their hands about? 

Bel was quiet as he moved down each step, he had ignored the comment Harp had made about his smile and promptly ignored the others request for his name. Though occasionally his bright emerald gaze would move over to look at Harp, not fully ignoring him. 'Is it alright to do that though?' Bel mused to himself, offering a light shake of his head. If this angel was half of what he expected, Harp would already know who he was, he would know he was dangerous. It was likely he was sent to try and kill him, he guessed, like all the others. But what made this one special? Special enough to be sent on an obvious suicide mission? Maybe he was seeking death, or possibly had such dull senses he couldn't tell...? Bel's thoughts came to a grinding halt though as he heard Harp's next words, his feet followed as he stopped mid-step down to the next floor.

"Friend?" He manages out, the blank look on his face suddenly faltering with the slightest widening of his eyes as he looks to Harp with a slightly confused look. "I am someone you do not want to have any relations to, Harp. I do not have 'friends'. People do not 'befriend' me. I have disposable acquaintances and enemies." Bel continued to stare at Harp for several moments, the look of slight confusion dispersing as a new, much more raw emotion would emerge at the corner of his now down turned lips. The bright emerald eyes suddenly seemed much darker than they had previously, though Harp would not get a much better look before Bel turns his face away and continues down the stairs, in silence aside from the light step of his feet on the concrete stairs.

'Why did I answer like that?' The question spun in Bel's mind over and over within the passing seconds, why had he answered like that? Instead of with a 'yes'? He had seen angels play these games before with other demons, even once with himself. But he had killed her too fast to give any emotion to it, not that he had many positive emotions anymore. Most of them had been eaten away by the more crueler and darker side of things, or maybe they were there, just... Suddenly Bel lets out a loud, audible sigh before he stops yet again, sucking in a sharp breath. 'I am a demon. A powerful demon. I don't -need- anyone but myself.' And he didn't need anyone else, no angel, no demon, no anything. Power was everything and this angel was his next target, and nothing next to the great divine himself was going to stop him from this. Or at least, that is what he thought. 

"Bel." He mutters a bit loudly. "You may call me Bel."