Darri turned in time to watch the reaper tap the cash register and then drum on the counter with a hand. The tall lesser demon would suck in a sharp breath, a more business-like smile forming onto his face finally. Having not ever really dealt with such a truly creepy character before, a small bit of direction was welcome from the pink eyed angel that seemed oddly attached to his acquaintance. He usually didn't like help from angels, even the good kind, but this once... it was alright he supposed. Since Bel was with him.
"Do reapers even have money...?" He asks blatantly, eying the cloaked and bandaged figure with an expressionless look. "If you don't, how about something else of fair value?"
Bel was not going to stick around to watch Darri try to bargain with a reaper, it would only bore himself and Harp. Unless the reaper got tired of the demons stupidity and did something, but he didn't think that was very likely. At the angel's queue, Bel lightly nods his head, carefully shuffling from behind the counter and making a slow pace off towards the exit. Already the outside had grown dark, he had not even noticed. But then again, he never really noticed such minor things as 'day' and 'night'. His perception of time was slightly different than most, though there were several others who followed the same internal clock he had. "What I do at night, hrm? You won't like it, so it is going to be a bit different than what I usually do."
While Bel wanted to do nothing more than eat the flesh and bones of a pure, innocent soul, he did not think Harp would find that appealing. Not that he should have cared what the angel would find appealing or wouldn't, eating was just another part of survival. Well, maybe devouring the flesh and bones was a bit much for some, but it was just as bad as devouring their souls. Though he did realize that maybe, just maybe, eating an angel with Harp around was a bad idea. Then again, he could just try to devour the rather cute pink eyed angel and get all of this over with already. But the moment that thought crossed his conscious mind, it was shot down by an instant 'But you don't really want to do that, do you?'. It was a strange voice that entered his mind to say that. It sounded so familiar yet painfully unfamiliar at the same time, he didn't like it.
"Unless you -really- want to know my eating habits and see where I keep my snacks, I suggest we do something else." He would try to keep the topic away from food, he guessed. While he could eat human food, it didn't do much for him. It was like a minor scratch for a major itch, satisfying for a couple of seconds until it started to itch worse. Bel ate a lot and often, he needed the energy and wanted the power. He had not eaten since yesterday morning, so by now he was feeling rather peckish. Would he be able to eat at all with Harp around? How long could he actually last if he didn't eat? He already knew the answer to that. He could survive weeks off of a tiny soul and that was with him fighting constantly, if he just lounged around like this with the angel, he could probably last a month or so easily. But on some level, Bel knew... there was not really going to be much 'lounging' around with this cupid around, especially until his magic wore off.
Bel now stood outside of the shop, on the street, facing the rather empty seeming road. "There are tons of things to do here in the human realm and you want to know more about me. How angel like. Why don't we go to the docks and look at the stars? Or catch a movie? Shopping at an actual store instead of that fool's walk-and-dine? A strip joint? Want to try smoking or maybe a good shot of vodka? We could go to a different city! Just pick something that isn't me..." He rumbles out softly, his lips barely moving. If Harp looked, he could likely catch the sight of sharpened fangs popping out just between the crack of his lips while his emerald green eyes scan the streets. It was somewhat quiet aside from the occasional car passing by, or the small groups of humans bustling around on the other side of the street.