"I didn't want to." He admits, head turning down as the guilt started to rise. "I'm cursed by God. What if that.....damages? you."

Maybe damage wasn't the right word and it comes out questioning, but he doesn't have a better way to express what he's thinking and feeling.

"I.. I think about things I don't think you'll want, that would might violate your words."

The Angel's really out of his league as far as what he wants to express and what he has words for. Beelzebub is trying though, and obviously both struggling and fumbling through his thoughts.