"A-A contract...?" Harp stammered, pink eyes widening. The angel glanced down, obviously uneasy with the idea. It was against everything he had ever known. Once you signed your soul away, that was it. A contract, he recalled, was like a bond. By bonding himself to Bel, he would we linked to him for as long as he could survive. And yet, it was arguably better than his alternative, which was to be tortured and killed. Why was he responding like this?

Hadn't he admitted that his angelic soul was worthless? Harp abided by his words. However, this could all be a trick. By signing this contract, would something worse happen to him? A fate far worse than death? Harp's nervous gaze met Bel's deep black one. It was... so intense. It was as if he was staring into the endless cosmos. He was about to object, death would be better than succumbing to this fate! But before he was able to do so, his holy hand was grasped by the demon, and he was falling right onto the demon! 

The first thing he realized was that Bel was really warm! It was as if the demon had a fire inside of him or something like that. Even though there was a layer of cloth that separated them, Harp felt like the other's heartbeat against his own. It was... strangely comforting, despite it belonged to a demon. Despite his better instincts, Harp relaxed slightly into the other. The angel felt... well, he didn't really know other than he really liked it. It was weird, but at the same time, comfortable. He sighed softly. What had he wanted to do again...? It was getting hard to think... 

"You're really... hot..." Harp murmured drowsily. It was like he was being covered in blankets... Suddenly, Harp's pink eyes lit up. "I... Do I have to decide right now...? I'm so... comfy..." The cupid felt his arrows brush up against him, and was reminded he still had a little bit of power. If he still wanted to use it.