"The same things, we want the same things?" Bel kept a relatively calm face, his eyes no longer growing wide, hardly reacting to anything the angel was telling him. The demon kept his gaze forward, refusing to lower his eyes as they continued down the stairwell. He suddenly wished the entire building was vacant so he would rip Harp in half without having to worry about cleaning up the mess. Maybe he should just kill all of the humans as well, make the angel watch, and then kill him? Or... No matter how Bel thought of it, killing all the people in this building alone would be more effort than it was worth. Such impurity filled just that top floor alone, it would make anyone sick to their stomachs. That and only more angels would be sent to try and slaughter him. So instead, he decided to try and rattle the him. Or at least try.

"What I plan to do now," Bel mused as a large grin suddenly forming upon his face, "it is quite simple really. I am going to speak with you until we reach the bottom floor, then I am going to take you elsewhere and then torture you in an unmerciful manor before bathing in your blood. Maybe if you are lucky I will make sure you are dead before the bathing part." His grin was quite large as he turned his head to peer at Harp, his fangs were bared and already stained slightly with blood from having dug into the flesh of his mouth while forming so suddenly. "Maybe I will lock you away and corrupt you at my leisure, instead. It is always fun to watch you all slowly descend. Especially the cute ones." 

Though Bel made no more aggressive actions towards Harp, in fact, the moment his fangs started to reform into a more human-like shape and regained his neutral expression, he actually started to talk. "It might be a sad way to live, Harp. But it is the only way to live. Everyone betrays you in the end, in one way or another. The only thing that is for sure is power, and even that is always fleeting. If you have too much of it, everyone wants you dead because you are a 'threat' if you suddenly decide against something." He shakes his head lightly. "What is it that you want badly enough to willingly walk to your death?" As Bel asks this, he actually looks toward Harp again. His expression was no longer neutral, but there was still not much there to see. A slight narrowing of his eyes, a faint quirk of his brow. He was actually curious as to what this angel wanted so badly that he would do this. 

Normally Bel would not bother asking such questions, it just left room for even the slightest possible bit of attachment. But the pink eyes really had a drawing effect on Bel, not that he would openly admit it. But the angel had revealed himself so simply and in such a short time, even Bel himself had already just told him what he was going to do to him. 'A bit sad, but too bad.' Bel thought, knowing he was going to end up killing Harp. He never had seen eyes like his, or maybe he had and he never paid attention before now. Harp already knew too much, Bel had decided the moment he had told him that he did not need anyone else but himself. Even if he corrupted him and ate his purity, he still knew too much. He knew that he wanted something, but what did he want? Did Harp know something about Bel that he himself did not? Bel himself did not even know what he wanted anymore, it was not a thought that often crossed his mind. Even when it did, he dismissed it. He didn't want anything.