Harp too heard the distinct click of shoes against stone in the distance but didn't really care. They seemed to just be two ordinary teenagers to the untrained eye. Of course, there was the fact they were hugging, but that wasn't too suspicious. "Hm..." The angel sighed when he was urged to hurry. Who knew demons could be so impatient? 

... 

Okay, so it was pretty much common knowledge...

Bel didn't seem to be too impatient, but Harp was perceptive enough to realize when someone was urging him to hurry. He had a strange feeling. It was like he was being lifted by thermals of air. Perhaps he had butterflies in his stomach, as the saying went? Though he had never really eaten butterflies. Or seen them. But he wanted to, because they seemed to be really cool. Maybe he could see them in another life...?

Harp was silent for a few more minutes before breathing out heavily. He couldn't delay this any longer. Not a full hour ago, Bel was fully prepared to kill him. To rip off wings he would never have, to crush him with darkness. But what had happened? A miracle? Had the 'one spirit' intervened? Whatever had happened, it worked in his favor. Harp wasn't about to complain or anything like that! "That's true..." However, the cupid still seemed hesitant. 

'Remember,' He thought, 'You have your arrows. Shoot him now! This is your best shot!' But what if Bel anticipated him? It was possible he sensed he was a cupid. Pink eyes narrowed. He wouldn't get anywhere just arguing with himself! But the fear of being foiled before he could shoot was immense. Finally, Harp made up his mind. He would shoot Bel if he ever exposed his back. Then, even if he turned around...

"I could touch you... Whenever...?" Harp repeated dazedly. That was enough for him! "Okay." He smiled slightly. Even if his soul was eaten, it wasn't like it was worth anything, anyways. "How does this work, anyways?"