Bel was silent as his eyes slowly opened, staring back at Harp. His face was oddly blank as he looked at the angel before him, the demon barely seemed in focus. Maybe, just maybe... He had given this angel too much trust. He knew better, knew it was a terrible idea down to his core, but did it anyway and against his guiding and protective instincts. And boy was it likely the worst decision he had made in his life. The moment he had felt the prick on his tongue, he was suddenly aware at why his senses were going nuts. The danger was not on its way or anything, it had been trying to warn him of the one he had deemed harmless...

But it was already too late, he knew the exact moment the magic hit him. Normally his guard was up, he could have easily rejected such a thing. But it had not been up, even his eyes had been closed like some blubbering idiot. Bel's grip slowly released Harp, his hands promptly falling down to his sides as he continues to stare at the angel wide-eyed. He felt too heavy suddenly, like a great weight had been placed in his chest and on his shoulders and limbs. It hurt almost, a stinging pain that he couldn't quite grasp, he wanted to scream at the top of his lungs and rip something to tiny bits. He wanted so badly to sink his teeth into the delicate flesh of Harp's neck, to the point his teeth were grinding together to stop himself from doing just that. Instead, the demon swiftly raises his hands to lightly shove Harp.

Not a very rough shove, a very light one, if anything to create some distance between the two of them. He did not want the distance, yet at the same time he did. He wanted Harp's touch, he wanted to touch Harp. He wanted. Actually, not even just 'wanted', more like 'needed'. Bel's face was suddenly struck with an utterly pained expression as he finally unclenched his jaw to speak. As his lips open though, a bit of blood would slip past them, apparent he had bitten the insides of his mouth quite badly within those few moments. But not even that pain had aided in helping gain control of himself as raw, unused emotions were dragged to the surface.

"Do... not touch me." Bel rumbles out as he darts his tongue out to lick the blood before it trailed down his chin. "Something as pure as you... should not touch something as nasty as myself." But that was all he could manage out as he promptly stuffs his hands back into his jacket pockets, hands now balled into fists, his nails digging into his palms. His black-eyed gaze would suddenly shift again, pained emerald green eyes resurfacing from the darkness they had been swallowed in. So many things were filling Bel's mind now, but the only thing he could find himself to do was keep Harp at a distance to avoid touching him. Because he was right. Something as pure as Harp should not touch such a nasty and vile creature like himself... But who here was truly vile? The one who had merely offered help, or the one who had restored to dirty tricks? Bel already knew the answer though. It was obviously he himself was in the wrong. And now he couldn't do anything to Harp, not even if he wanted too.

All Bel could do now was stand there and stare at Harp with an utterly hurt looking expression upon his freckled face. The more human-like eyes conveyed the hurt much better than the abyssal black they normally were, you could almost see tears in them.