Harp stopped for a moment, awaiting the other's answer. Though he was in a lucid state, the demon's response was enough to make him widen his bright eyes in shock. He balled his hands into fists instinctively, but kept them at his side. His lips felt dry suddenly, and his tongue darted out to wet them. As the cold wind cut at him, he felt like it was running through him. As if he was made of mesh, and he wasn't able to stop anything from happening. Bel's unfamiliar words made the angel pause. Suddenly, his gaze softened. Did all demons think like this? As the demon revealed his name, the angel breathed out.

"That must be a really... sad way to live, Bel." Harp said, using a tone that was more cut-throat. He looked down and swallowed. He was all but positive that Bel knew what he was. Why bother keeping this facade up any longer? "It is true," He said, moving a bit closer to the demon while still keeping his distance. "That you're probably really powerful. But if... you really, really don't need anyone, then you should have a brighter look to your eyes." It appeared Harp's ditzy demeanor had vanished, at least temporarily. A more serious look graced his features, though he still had the same young look. "I've seen that look before. You want something. And it's not normal pleasure, either. You want something..." Harp stopped, trying to regain his thoughts. "We want the same things, Bel." He finished. 

Looking down, Harp wondered what the demon would do now. It was possible he could try to kill him now, but there were so many humans around. If the Seraphs had reason to believe Bel was a danger to this world, they'd send a whole armada to get rid of him. This thought comforted Harp, though it was possible Bel would take the chance, anyways. Demons were hard to read. 

The angel coughed. "Anywho!" He sang, his normal attitude returning. "If you don't want to be my buddy now, that's fine! But..." His pink eyes burned fiercely. "I'll get you to crack eventually!" He smiled. "So, uh, what're you planning to do now...?" He asked sheepishly. He had foolishly revealed himself, showed his serious side, and spoke from the heart to his target, all in less then five minutes. 'Oh, Harp... you're gonna die soon...' A voice echoed in his head.