[Charlotte closes her eyes as Harley leans in, letting her scent, sweet and sharp and... goodness knows what - wash over her. It's a motherly gesture, rather than sexual, possibly the most affectionate touch Charlotte's ever experienced. It quietens her and she lets herself be soothed by Harley's plan. She nods along to Harley's question.]

Right. Pretend. We'll make 'em think it and then do whatever the hell we want after. Right.
[She nods, almost to herself, before Harley catches her face. Charlotte smiles, and rubs her nose against the side of Harley's, nuzzling in.]
I wish we could just take your bat and break their knees. Then they should have at least reason to complain about me. Perhaps I shall just have to wait until he has forgotten me and then smash his shop windows instead.

[Charlotte pecks Harley's cheek.] Or perhaps I shall just let you help me forget it all ever happened.