"A movie?" Bel asked, a wave of relief suddenly falling over him at the cupid's supposed question. Instantly he knew, that out of everything he had listed, a movie was likely the most harmless. He couldn't imagine the cupid smoking, let alone drinking, though! Demons didn't really care about such things, just simple ways to pass the time and blend in a bit better among the humans. As everyone had their quirks, it helped add to the facade that one fit in a bit better. But it didn't always work like that, sometime creatures of the otherworlds stuck out like roses in a field of mere colorless weeds. Or just the opposite, a weed in a field of roses. 

Bel glanced over at Harp once again, a sigh of relief escaping him. If he had to place Harp either in the field of weeds or in the field of roses, he would likely just toss the cupid into his own garden. Something like him didn't belong in this world, nor any of the others. The magic he had was dangerous all on its own, and with that cute charm... A mental sigh happens as Bel shakes his head, pink strands of hair falling into his face.

"Alright, well, the nearest movie theater is on the other side of town. We can walk, fly, or maybe catch a cab if you want the full human-world experience. There are a lot more people over there than over here." He states, quirking a brow towards Harp. "The reason being, as you can tell, this is a 'darker' side of town, so to speak." Bel remarked. Slowly he reaches his hands out of his pockets, quickly tugging his hood up over his head. Not that he was afraid of anything here, but he found odd comfort having the back of his neck covered with something other than hair. He turns to face down the street, looking away from Harp.

 "What kind of movie did you have in mind? Or was that just a thought off the top of your head?"