"I prefer the term 'abundantly warm'." Bel muttered softly, his now solid black eyes still upon Harp, even with him now so close. At least for a few moments anyway, his gaze suddenly shifted as a mouse squeaked somewhere within the stairwell. His ears twitched slightly, sucking in a sharp breath before slowly releasing the angel's hand to wrap his other arm around him. "While you do not have to decide right at this moment, I do expect an answer [i]soon[/i]."

Despite the calmness Bel was exerting at the moment, he was actually quite nervous. The hairs on the back of his neck were on end, his senses were alerting him to something he was not seeing, or something he was over looking. Or maybe even to something that was coming. It happened on occasion when other creatures of possible danger were near, but Bel couldn't sense anything aside the angel he had his arms wrapped around contently. His senses were usually right, but for once... they appeared quite wrong. It could quite possibly be because Harp was so close to him at the moment. It had done it before while he ripped wings off. Mentally he shakes off the impending threat his senses was alerting him about, something else catching his attentions.

Several levels above them, a door would open an loud, human noises would enter the stairwell. Quickly it was followed by the sound of heels clicking on the metal stairs, though luckily they sounded to be going upwards, away from them. A faint smirk forms onto Bel's face as he quirks a brow, gripping onto Harp as he leans in, resting his head lightly against the angel's shoulder while whispering into his ear. "I know making a contract with something as disgusting and twisted as myself is not appealing, but... What do you really have to loose?" 

"You'd neeever have to be cold again, you could touch me all you wanted, for as long as you wanted, whenever you wanted. And-..." Bel fell silent for a moment. "We should continue this talk elsewhere."