The movie theater smelled of oily popcorn butter and lint that lined coat pockets. It made the angel's nose crinkle slightly, but it wasn't exactly repulsive. Pink eyes panned around, taking in the theater. Obviously, he had never been to one before. It was all new and exciting and made his stomach churn. Perhaps he could feel it, though. Perhaps he could feel that even in this place, in which he had never been before, something didn't belong. On one wall, there was a great thick cloth. From everyone looking at it and all the seats angled toward it as well, Harp realized that was where the movie would probably appear. So little he understood about this world, even what a movie was. From what he did know, it was entertainment. And that was always a good thing. In theory, at least. Some firmly believed that entertainment was nothing but temptation... and temptation is sin. Of course, he was hanging around a demon anyhow, so that was irrelevant. 

Following Bel briskly, the angel did want to get good seats. He listened to the demon, let the darkness guide him through the dark room. It hid him, cloaked him like a pelt of fur. He didn't say anything, and was afraid to even breathe until he was sitting next to the demon, top row, middle seats. Even then he said little, eyes flickering to his companion's face occasionally. What he saw was a bit worrisome. Was the demon having an inner conflict? His spell couldn't be breaking so soon. He was stronger than that, he knew it. Biting his lip only slightly, Harp moved his hand on top of the other's. "I think it's starting..." He murmured as the lights flickered on. 

He was blissfully unaware of the bad things that hid in the dark.