Harley's near quizzical query in regards to whether or not it was just the bar, or Harley herself, who had been banned from his company services prompted a faint grin to Sly's lips as the warlock softly shook his head. Sly moved to step into the warmth of her small apartment at the same moment.

"Just Syn itself is blacklisted at this stage. It....violates company policy. Health and safety and all that."

One blue eye raised ever so slightly in amusement. As if that rogue vampiric....sandstorm the pair had faced within the depths of the bar Harley worked at was a mere everyday occurrence covered by any good company health and safety policy. The dark-haired woman shifted away from him then to place the pot she was holding back on the stove. The scent of whatever she was cooking was...strikingly familiar and yet, any effort Sly might have made to place that distinct aroma was cut short by the bounding exuberance of the creature Harley insisted was named 'Ace'. The sleek, black german shepherd seemed all too eager to make himself known as he sniffed at Sly's jeans and toolkit. The Romanian, out of near simple habit, reached forward to rest his hand atop the dog's head with simple ease. Mihai, after all, often took the form of large animals. Sly, since his earliest days, having been distinctly comfortable with most creatures. The friendly dog was no exception even as Harley strove to rescue him from the canines embrace and lead the way further into her apartment. It was small, warm and yet....neat. Neater then Sly had anticipated it might be. Not that Harley had seemed like a messy person exactly. A little...chaotic maybe. Then again maybe that was hardly a fair assessment considering they had been running for their lives for the vast majority of the day they had met. Why was he giving this so much thought? Sly's head shook easily, pushing the thoughts away as he followed Harley into her bedroom and the small ensuite connected to it. The warlock insisted this was the first time he had ever been summoned to a job by letter before. A letter Harley hardly seemed to remember writing.

Harley reached to flick the light switch into the bathroom on- that bright beam instantly highlighting the......utter devastation that had once been her ensuite. Huh. She had proved him wrong after all. This really wasn't something he hadn't seen before. The utter fountain of water that cascaded from the pericered shower pipes provided a near macabre and yet grandiose water fountain that only further highlighted the fractured, shattered tiles at its center. The utterly unmistakably samurai sword that jutted from the wall like a splinter in an open wound was equally, well, obscure. Had she....gotten into a fight with her own shower? What the fuck did she do in here? That very sentiment fell from Sly's lips in some combination of awe and disbelief. The pair was left staring silently at that artwork of destruction before Harley near softly echoed his sentiment. The violet eyed woman appeared almost as...stunned as he did. Why did she looked so surprised? Hadn't she done it? Why was it that there were almost always more questions than answers with this woman? Maybe he should just stop asking himself. Sly's blue gaze shifted briefly sideways to eye the woman beside him as lips parted and closed several times over, as if whatever words she was trying to summon never quite seemed to make it. The pair, once more, encompassed in silent...awe at the utter destruction in front of them. Harley's name fell almost softly from his lips then. The warlock, at last, admitting that he had been wrong. He really hadn't seen anything like this before.

That sudden, abrupt burst of laughter from the young woman beside him nearly instantly coaxed a simper to Sly's one lips. Her laugh was, well, it was cute. Harley's near innate ability to appreciate the ridiculousness of life so readily seemed to align with his own as she queried just what part of the entire masterpiece before them had been the tipping point for him. The Romanian's head tilted to one side as if attempting to examine that shower (or what remained of it) from another angle.

"Probably the pattern on these tiles. I didn't pick you for an art deco lover."

That answer, despite its humor, was delivered with a distinctly straight face. As if the Romanian had decided that the aged pattern on those tiles was truly the tipping point for his insistence on the scenes' ridiculousness. Not the sword in the wall. Not at all. It was those tiles however that prompted the man to frown. This though....was a big job. The kind that was going to cost thousands, not hundreds. He could cut his own labor cost- Harley had saved his life after all. He owed her that much. The parts and fittings however were still hardly going to come cheap. The mention of that money hardly seemed to fill Harley with delight. Why would it? No one ever wanted to hear about their distinctly high bills and yet it was, likely, the cheapest quote she was going to get for this kind of damage. A damage that was still mounting as the water continued to spray. Sly almost certain he could see where the nut had come loose during the....assault the shower had suffered. Resulting in that fountaining jetson of water. The warlock moved to step abruptly forward then. Sly becoming distinctly drenched within a matter of moments as he stepped into that shower, the wrench within his hands quick to press upon that loose appendage and tighten it into place. The water dying with it and yet- not without leaving the man's shirt plastered to his fit figure. His once light blond hair darkened to an almost deep gold as water dripped from its tips. Well. At least that was one problem fixed.

Sly was oblivious, in that moment, to how his sodden figure appeared or the fashion in which Harley's gaze seemed to linger. The warlock instead far more focused upon just how that sword had become embedded in the wall to begin with. Especially when no real magical signature clung to it. Someone had quite literally....thrust that blade through tiles and concrete and steel. That was...vampire level strength. Had Harley done it or had she asked someone to do it for her? That curiosity, it seemed, was prone to get the better of the man. Sly, seemingly, far more fixated upon that oddity than why the attractive young woman beside him would stab her own shower in the first place. Harley's response was nothing if not cryptic as she queried whether or not the 'gun show' of her arms was not answer enough. Her words prompted a roll of Sly's gaze before she suggested she was willing to allow him to guess. The warlock's blue gaze shifted from his companion to the shower and back again, his gaze narrowed in clear thought before his lips parted once more.

"You possess an affinity for metal manipulation of some kind. I remember it from that night at Syn. That is the only explanation I have. Is that what you did?"

Sly's eyes rose slightly in clear expectation, his gaze held upon the striking violet of her own in anticipation of an answer before the carved symbol on the side of the sword readily seemed to draw his attention. History had been one of the few subjects at school he had ever paid attention to. He had been intelligent enough and yet school had been dull, boring, far to slow paced for the gypsy boy- save for history. Those myths and legends in particular had a habit of fascinating him and how readily that information came in handy now as he pointed to the Qilin that decorated the side of the sword. Now that....was a rare sword carving. Those words came in a distinct rush, Sly speaking near passionately of that mythical creature. The Romanian was almost oblivious to the shift in the tone of his own voice before making a near determined effort to shrug off that clear fascination- as if it hardly meant anything at all. The warlock falling silent as if almost...embarrassed by that sudden outburst. One that, forutantly, seemed to pave the way for Harley's own as she insisted a Qilian hardly seemed an appropriate representation of the Fae species. Sly's own eyes rose slightly at Harley's perhaps equally passionate speech. That near dubious look finding his features.

"Have you actually met a Fae? Because you make it sound like one lured you into the forest and stole all your gold and you're still salty about it."

Those teasing words prompted a lift of the warlock's lips in a simper of amusement before he continued.

"I don't know much about Fae mythology in this country but where I come from we call them Iele. They are known for being attractive and good at seducing people as well as weirdly associated with Alexander The Great, of all people. They also have really bad tempers apparently- but aren't exactly evil. How the Lele act depends on the person. They will either act as a guardian, if they deem you worthy- or lead you to your death. Maybe the Qilin represents the guardian part. Honestly, before I came to this city, I thought Fae were extinct. I've never actually seen a real one."

Sly's shoulders rose in a shrug once more. The warlock hardly held any true knowledge on how the Qilian and Fae were entwined and yet how those myths changed from country to country was perhaps equally fascinating in itself. Hmm. What he wouldn't give to have more time to....read about the things that actually interested him. Rather than reading off take out orders or google maps as he drove people around the city for those extra few dollars. A soft, near reluctant sigh huffed softly from his nose, those thoughts pushed away for now as Sly queried whether or not he should start fixing that tap- only for Harley to nod in agreement. The woman insisted he had the best rates around. An easy simper found the Romanian's lips once more. She really was cute. In more ways than one. It couldn't hurt to...flirt with her a little right? It would almost be a crime not to.

Those words held a distinctly teasing edge, one Harley seemed all-too-quick to pick up on as she queried whether or not 'just dinner' would be as exciting as that decapitation of her shower. Sly's head tilted slightly once more, his gaze meeting her own again.

"I haven't seen dinner yet so I can't judge."

Hell, with the things he'd seen so far, maybe dinner would prove to be exciting. That offer of food however was entirely welcomed. It was well past his own dinner time. That shower would take hours to fix and the prospect of having to wait until well after midnight to eat once he got home was.....displeasing in every sense.

"I am hungry, actually- and you don't mind?"

His words, this time, were nothing short of genuine. Sly seeking to assure Harley was comfortable sharing that meal with him as she stride forward to thrust a towel boldly, if not playfully, into his chest with the insistence his clothes would need to take a detour to the dryer. Just exactly how....wet he was becoming all the more apparent as his gaze shifted downward to eye his sodden appearance.

"Thanks."

Sly reached to lift that towel upward- the warlock rubbing at his wet hair as he moved to follow Harley out of the shower and back through her bedroom into the kitchen. The near delicious scent of whatever was in that pot seemed to fill the room as the Romanian eased himself into the nearest chair.
"Mihai."

That singular, uttered word was enough to prompt a sudden spark in front of him. That spark very quickly ignited into the form of a flaming rabbit as his familiar abruptly appeared. Mihai, in all his flaming glory, was quick to leap down and onto his master's lap. The heat radiating from the creature very near warming the entirety of that room as Sly rested a hand agianst Mihai almost instinctively.

"He's a pretty efficient dryer. It will save you from having to dry my clothes for me- as much as you would have enjoyed it."

Harley's own words were nearly echoed back towards her. That teasing, flirtatious edge finding his words once more as Sly chuckled softly. His gaze settled upon that pot all the same. Maybe it was a little...obscure to have dinner at a client's house and yet who was he to turn down a free meal? A home-cooked one at that and one that smelled....incredible. It was already better than any of those leftovers he'd scraped together from his Uber Eats deliveries this week to make himself a meal out off.

"Is that...Fasole Cu Carnati?"

It had been.....years since he had seen that traditional, Romanian dish. His grandmother, eventually, had become too old to cook that boyhood favorite. The ingredients were often outside his own budget to make for himself. That look of awe, however, was quick to shift into something near akin to confusion as his gaze found Harley;s own once more.

"How did you know I was Romanian? Did I.....was i...talking while I was unconscious that night?"

Christ. What else had he said? Surely he hadn't said anything.....he shouldn't have, right? He could barely remember the last part of that night. Other than the pain in his chest. A look of panic so momentarily seemed to flicker across the man's features before Sly managed to seize it once more. Burying that hidden worry behind a look far more...controlled.

"I didn't....say anything else did I?'

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