[ Curled up in the shelter of his body, Harley seems a long way from the firecracker who stopped in the street to lick his chest, but he's finding he likes this side of her just as much, if not more. He can hear the conflict playing out under her words, the parts of her life she's struggling with, and it makes him wonder just how comfortable she really is with her situation, as much as she seems to have fun with the sexy side of it. Whether she gets lonely in this big bed with the good view of the city glittering through the big windows, and whether that's anything like the long years he's spent in the strange corners of the world.

He moves his hand a little on her hip, stroking her side, then lets it come to rest draped down over her back. ]

Well, lemme know when you move, I'll come over and make sure the place isn't haunted. [ His fingertips draw small, soothing circles. ] You know, just in case.