When he touched her hand earlier, all he felt was the feeling produced by the physical act, itself. However, [i]holding[/i] the angel's hand provoked within the demon a whole new set of sensations that were inexlicable to say the least. An uncomfortable comfort... a compatible uncompatibility. These were merely attempts of describing it. Shrugging his shoulders in an absently minded manner, the boy simply followed her as she started to move towards the dorms, in order to find from where exactly was the music's source.

[b]"There is something which bothers me, though."[/b] Bael spoke all of sudden, with a serious voice tone. He briefly eyed her over, then continued. [b]"Is that you said that we were supposed to bring a friend..."[/b] He waited a few seconds, watching closely for what her reaction would be. [b]"And not a romantic partner."[/b] Once he said that, Bael purposelly allowed a silence to fill the conversation- unless she said something, that is. Even though, he just kept staring at her while walking. Smirking.

Though, it only took a few seconds for him to add in a jokingly tone. [b]"Hey, I'm just kidding and all. Don't get your hopes up! The music is getting louder, means we're likely closer. Let's hurry."[/b] And of course, he changes the subject with ease. What a shameless boy.