It was a logical assumption, at least to some level, that Harley might have used those powers she possessed to manipulate the metal in the sword to plunge it into the depths of the shower stall. It didn't exactly explain why. But it covered the how. At least to the best of Sly's ability to guess. The warlock's blue gaze shifted to his companions' own once more- curious to see whether or not his guess had been even close to correct- only for Harley to shake her head. This, she insisted, was not her 'stunt'- or at least, her ability to manipulate metal had not been a part of it. The truth, she was sure, was far more unbelievable. Sly's eyes rose ever so slightly and yet whatever this truth was, it was clear, she hardly intended to share here and now. Alright then. This, however, was something he was unlikely to forget. It was the very sword itself that seemed to capture the warlock's attention then. Most notably the engraving that had been expertly carved into the hilt. He had always been...fascinated by mythology. Those stories his grandmother had told when he was merely a boy had sparked a curiosity for all things unusual in that regard. The unmistakable 'Asian Unicorn' as it was so often known was almost instantly recognisable. Sly, in that moment, very near forgetting himself as he rattled off that information. The warlock realized too late that he had, perhaps....shared too much. That passion so often kept entirely to himself. The warlock made every effort to shrug off that sudden excitement before his gaze shifted to Harley again. The young woman appeared nothing if not put out with the Fae in general. Her words managed to coax a veritable tease from Sly's lips once more as a simper found his features again. Well. She did seem a little salty about Fae. Maybe one really had stolen her gold. Even if she insisted her gold was far more at risk around home repair then any Fae.

A soft chuckle hummed within the blond's throat once more before Sly lent forward again to point at the Qilin. His knowledge on Fae was not exactly flawless. Mythology surrounding them changed dramatically depending on the location within the world and yet, here and now, the warlock saw little wrong with sharing but a bit of the lore of his own homeland. How true it was for actual Fae, however, he hardly knew. Sly inclined to admit he'd believed the entire species to be extinct until arriving within the city. Even then, he'd hardly ever met a real one. Harley's striking violet gaze was quick to find his own once more as she queried whether he was sure he'd never met a Fae before. Especially given what she deemed a vast knowledge as Sly's head shook, a soft sound of amusement on his lips once more.

"Unless they lured me into the forest just to give me a history lesson i'm pretty sure I've never met one. I just enjoy reading- when I have the time."


A soft sigh parted the warlock's lips then. His lack of leisure time was a topic he rarely chose to dwell on as he pushed those thoughts aside. His focus, instead, returning to the task at hand and that work that needed to be done as Harley offered him that official go ahead. This....was not going to be easy to fix. In fact, this, was going to take....more than one visit. Especially given how much plastering and re-tiling was going to be needed once the plumbing was repaired. It was that very tease that Harley hadn't needed to break her shower just to see him again that seemed to catch the young woman off guard. That look of surprise on her features hardly missed even if Sly was nothing if not determined to appear as if that shower alone held his focus. It couldn't hurt to...flirt a little right? She was cute. And whatever the hell she had cooked for dinner smelled amazing. That offer to stay for that meal was one Sly was hardly going to turn down. Not when he hadn't eaten yet and the prospect of being here half the night was very much likely. It was that simple, polite manner however that prompted the warlock to pause to assure Harley was willing to share her meal. The Romanian entirely content to simply....be hungry if Harley wanted to keep that dish to herself. It was, after all, her food.

Harley, however, was quick to wave off any concern. The woman was very much inclined to 'go with the flow' in every sense of the word. Sly not uninclined to admit he rather...liked that about her. Harley crossed the room only to procure a fresh towel before pressing it into his chest- Sly making every effort to rub down his sodden hair as he followed her from the bathroom. His shoes inclined to squelch with every sodden step. Great. Sly easily followed his companion back into the living and dining space, his gaze almost lazily tracing over that room and its possessions with a flicker of intrigue before the smell of that meal drew his attention. The Romanian moved to settle in one of the kitchen chairs as Harley worked to clear what looked like a year's worth of mail from the other. Sly, once more, becoming distinctly aware of his soaked appearance as his shirt pressed agianst his back once more. That wet sensation prompted a frown- only for the soft utterance of his familiar's name to leave his lips. Mihai, as always, was quick to appear. The flaming familiar, in the form of a rabbit, was quick to take up a seat on his master's lap. The sheer heat emitted by the creature already beginning to chase the wet and cold from Sly's figure. God, Mihai was so....wonderfully warm.

Mihai, content on his Master's arms, was hardly oblivious to Ace in turn. The rabbit's ears rose upward, his gaze meeting Ace's own with clear curiosity as his tiny, flaming nose sniffed at the air. The sudden appearance of floating utensils, however, readily drew Sly's gaze away from the two animals. His cutlery seemed to hover momentarily before resting on the table in front of him. Huh. That was....impressive. It was one thing, after all, to throw an entire metal beam much as Harley had done within the depths of Syn. It was another to delicately maneuver cutlery around a far smaller space. Harley's control of that affinity was distinctly impressive. Even if she insisted she hadn't thrown a sword through her own shower. Sly's own words were nothing short of teasing once more as he insisted Mihai could dry him sufficiently- much as Harley would have surely liked to see him without his shirt. That understated flirtation so readily prompted a simper to the warlock's lips, his gaze lingering on her own again as she insisted the presence of the rabbit was adorable enough to still assure she enjoyed it. Her own simper finding her lips as Sly chuckled softly once more. Harley moved to settle within her own chair then, the scent of that food very near prompting Sly's mouth to water as Harley reached for the first bowl- only to query Mihai's unusual ability to change forms.

"I can ask him to be certain things if I want but for the most part he just....chooses for himself what he wants to be I suppose. I guess its whatever he feels like in the moment."

Sly frowned ever so slightly in consideration. Why Mihai changed forms was...anyone's guess. No one, not even his grandmother, had ever been able to discover why Mihai was so very....different from any other familiar. His ability to change forms, his flaming appearance, his gender.....all of them were anomalies. The very kind that had baffled the Romanian magical communities ever since he had been born. The very kind that had drawn Sly the attention of the government and prompted them to flee his homeland to begin with.

"He is a he though which is pretty unusual. Ninety-nine percent of familiars are the opposite gender to their master. Women always have male familiars. Men always have female familiars. Same gender master and familiar is nearly unheard off. I'm not the first but it freaked my grandmother out for a bit when I was born."

Another simper tugged at the warlock's lips as he reached to take that offered food before placing it down in front of him. The scent and sight of that meal so readily seeming to prompt the warlock to...stare for several moments. It had been years since he'd had this dish. Had she....cooked it for him? Then again she hadn't seemed to know he was coming tonight despite having invited him. Was the meal a coincidence? It seemed far too coincidental. Did she know he was Romanian? That very question seemed to prompt equal confusion to Harley's features, the pair once more left staring at one another. Harley quickly insisted that was purely....chance.

"Do you cook a lot of Romanian folk food?"

Maybe she simply enjoyed experimenting with dishes from other cultures? Still, that coincidence seemed....insane. Was it possible he had said something to her when he was unconscious? That momentary panic seemed to flicker across the warlock's face before Sly worked almost diligently to hide it. His attempts to ask casually after what he might have said met with Harley's ready humor as she insisted he had referred to her as his hero several times over, her words coaxing a soft eye roll from the man before her sentence seemed to pause, hanging in mid air. And? And what? Sly was almost certain he could feel his heart skip a beat. Christ, he hadn't said anything he wasn't supposed to...right? Had Harley told anyone? The WereWoman was quick to meet his gaze once more. Her words, this time, lacked any of the easy humor from before as she insisted he hadn't said anything while he was out. In fact, she had been convinced he was going to die right there in that parking lot. Sly's gaze flickered briefly back to the meal in front of him, a momentary silence settling over the pair as his features frowned. He'd known he was injured that night. Hell, he remembered that pain in his chest right before he'd passed out and yet after that there had been...nothing. He'd woken up feeling fine. Sly had convinced himself that his injuries hadn't been nearly as bad as he believed. They couldn't have been. Not if he'd recovered that well. Mihai, resting within his arms, shifted to glance away from Ace and up toward his master- those flaming eyes shifting at last to gaze almost quizzical toward Harley before Sly's own head shook softly.

"Yes, Mihai, that's his name. He can't talk to me though, not like you and I are doing now. I know when he's happy or sad or angry, those sorts of things. I know when he's annoyed with me. I can feel...his emotions I suppose. I know when he's close or further away but he can't tell me everything he saw that night. As you said, it doesn't work that way. I'm not surprised he didn't leave me though..."

That faintest of simpers tugged at Sly's lips once more, one hand reached almost instinctively to rest on Mihai's head. The rabbit's ears folded backward as he lent lovingly into his Master's touch.

"He's not a pet he's.....my soul. Quite literally."

Sly's gaze flickered upward to Harley once more. Familiars were a rarity these days. That connection between witch and warlock and familiar was largely not understood outside the magical community. Sly, in that moment, seeing no harm in offering Harley the truth of that information as the young woman insisted it wouldn't have mattered if he said anything anyway. Being Romanian was nothing to hide. Sly's eyes rose near instinctively. The warlock, in that moment, was almost unable to hide that look of...surprise from his features. One that shifted readily to amusement. She thought.....he wanted to hide that.....he was Romanian?

"Ummmm....thanks. I'm really glad my being Romanian doesn't bother you. I'm really only half though. My Father was British."

Maybe it was better that that was the secret she thought she needed to keep. Even if she insisted there was no shame in his heritage. Sly, for tonight at least, entirely content to simply let her believe that his homeland was the apparent source of his distress. Some things were simply...easier that way. Sly took a bite of his own dinner in turn. The hot, fresh, flavourful meat all but exploding within his mouth. Fucking hell. This was close to the best he had ever had. This might have even equaled his grandmothers- if not defeated. Harley's insistence that it was damn good was met with a soft sound of amusement. The woman was so clearly surprised by even her own cooking.

"This is....really good. People in Romanian would actually pay to eat this. Who taught you to cook like this? Do you cook anything else?"

Cooking was, clearly, Harley's talent. That much was abundantly clear. Sly reached to take another mouthful- and another. God it was almost like he was cheating on his grandmother with this.

"I'm still not exactly sure what you do for a job but you should probably consider becoming a chef. Seriously. I'm not even joking. You could sell this. What did you use for the base? It's not just beef broth, I can taste something else."

Sly's gaze glanced upward from that bowl once more, his features frowning slightly as he contemplated the flavors on his tongue, his gaze held expectantly on Harley's own. Sly took another bite, that delicious taste lingering again on his tongue. It was, he was certain, vastly preferable to continue to talk about that meal and yet one final question still lingered on his mind.

"Hey, Harley?"

He waited only so long as it took the woman's attention to return to him.

"You said I nearly died that night. How did I....not? Do you have healing power?"

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