Bel just tilts his head at the angel before him, hardly blinking. A few wet locks of pink hair fall into his eyes, but he does not really seem to mind all that much. Slowly a faint smile would creep onto his face, an odd darkness forming onto his face, at least for a few moments before it was quickly replaced with a much softer, almost delicate look. 'Despair'. It was never the first time he had heard such words, but from a reaper, of all things? Suddenly he sucks in a rather sharp breath, slowly exhaling before releasing a bit of a chuckle.
"Well, there is a time and a place for everything. And this is not the place for such a talk, as much as I love this tiny bathroom, broken mirror and all. At any rate, if there was something else... wouldn't you be able to tell?" He could feel it, the magic tugging at his words, urging him softly to speak more openly to Harp, with more honesty. Though it felt like with each word the 'soft urging' was turning into a 'rude nagging'. Tossing around lies casually was going to be impossible shortly. Speaking normally felt a bit strained, though seeing as he was still able to do so, he assumed it wasn't as powerful as he thought. At least in some aspects... in others, his killing intent towards Harp had practically disintegrated. He was quite fond of the angel now, the thought of actually hurting him seemed foreign.
Bel's stomach would rumble softly, but he ignored it as he continued to smile softly towards Harp. Slowly he would move forward, attempting to lightly urge the angel to move back out of the doorway so he himself could actually get out of the small bathroom. The bathroom which suddenly felt far too confined for his personal tastes. He didn't care if a reaper was still out there, he wanted out of the tiny bathroom. Yet Harp must have been a bit lucky, it was likely due to the effect of the arrow. Had anyone else been standing in his path, he likely would have just trampled them.
While he gave it a bit more though, he should kill Darri for giving him the wrong hair dye. Though Harp seemed to like it, he was even joking about it, so it couldn't have been that bad. If Harp was alright with it, he supposed it was alright as well. A small, minor stroke of luck for the lesser demon.
Darri seemed quite oblivious to what was even going on behind him. He was focused so intently on the doll now sitting upon his counter. Was it alright to touch it? Should he move it? Would it kill him if he touched it? What was special about it? A soft groan escapes him. Of course Bel brought trouble with him! It was in the guys nature to cause more havoc than an Archdemon when they were throwing a hissyfit. Now only if he could keep it out of his store, Darri would be much happier. Slowly he pries his eyes from the doll, spinning around to face Bel and the angel. He might have been angry and somewhat upset just a few moments ago, but the moment he caught sight of Bel's hair, he bursts out with a soft snort, followed by rough, hoarse laughter. Pink, his hair was pink!