Sly's fingers stroked through Mihai's soft fur with an almost rhythmic ease as he spoke. Those flaming fibers, despite their constant state of heated flare, felt exactly like any other rabbit would have felt. The warlock, for as long as he could remember, had always taken a sort of...comfort from the gesture. Despite how distinctly proficient he had become in hiding near any hint of distress. The worry for what he might or might not have said to Harley in his state of semi-consciousness still clawed at the back of his mind. Sly, for now at least, willing enough to speak about his familiar and the oddity that was Mihai. His flaming companion was hardly a secret after all. So much about Mihai was simply not understood by his own magical community. Harley seemed to consider that information he offered thoughtfully. The young woman's striking, attractive gaze met his own with a clear intrigue before she abruptly asked...what it felt like to have his very soul exposed like that. Sly's gaze rose slightly once more. No one had ever....asked him that. Really, he supposed, it was almost surprising they hadn't. It was a good question and yet the Romanian found his own features frowning ever so slightly in an effort to answer it. What did it feel like? Sly's blue gaze shifted briefly downward once more to eye the rabbit upon his lap in much the same fashion Harley's dog seemed content to do. The young woman's query on whether it made his soul feel naked, however, managed to coax a snort of amusement from within as his head shook.

"I've never known anything different. I wouldn't know what it was like for my soul to be...clothed as it were. I don't really worry about him though. Most people seem to know not to try and touch him- the fire helps with that too."

Sly's gaze shifted upward to meet Harley's own once more, his lip quirked slightly in amusement again. She was easy to talk to- Sly inclined to appreciate her almost sarcastic nature that seemed to blend with his own. The warlock was inclined to find himself...content to linger in her company. A distinctly rare trait for the Romanian who tended to find the vast majority of people...taxing in some fashion or another. Harley was distinctly...unique. Harley's sudden insistence that it hardly mattered if he was Romanian, however, so readily coaxed a look of bafflement to his face once more. She....thought that was what he was worried about? His culture? Sly was near quick to attempt to seize upon that misunderstanding all the same. Maybe it would be better if she thought that was what his concern was. Really, he supposed it....sort of was. His status as Romanin, after all, was somewhat in contention with his lack of status as American. Along with the decidedly illegal way in which he'd managed to end up in this country. The grypsy's efforts to sway Harley's curiosity, however, hardly seemed to deter the woman entirely. The distinctly skeptical look in her gaze was hardly missed and yet for now at least, it seemed, Harley was willing to allow that conversation to shift. Sly certain he was going to have to think of something a little more...original for when they next spoke. His near instinctive reaction to worrying he'd said....something when he was unconscious had been far too prominent for his companion to forget easily. That food, in the very least, was bound to provide a distraction.

It had been years since he had tasted food like this. His grandmother, once, had been a veritable expert at that very dish and yet,as she had gotten older, she had been less inclined to go through the rigor of its creation. Harley, somehow, had managed to create that traditionalRomanian food with....perfect accuracy. Despite claiming she hardly knew he was Romanian- let alone coming tonight. That coincidence was....astounding. Sly easily lifted another mouthful of that food to his lips, followed by another and another. That meal was incredible. Harley, by far, one of the most talented cooks he had ever known if she had managed to replicate this with seemingly...minimal effort. Sl's query on who had taught her to cook like this was followed by that question on what she'd used for the base.He could taste that beef broth and yet he was certain there was something more. Tomatoes, Harley insisted. Hmmm. Maybe she was right. The grypsy's head nodded softly, sly seemingly content with that answer. The Romanian was hardly inclined to believe that this was merely beginners' luck when it came to cooking. Maybe Harley was just...modest. The WereWoman's sudden insistence that she was a tattoo artist,not a cook, readily prompted Sly to pause in that meal once more.

"You're a tattoo artist? Really? So the vampire bar we nearly died at is just a side gig?"

Either she was a bad tattoo artist who needed a second source of income or....there was vastly more going on then she was inclined to say and yet-could he blame her? He hadn't exactly been forthcoming about his own secrets. Why should she? Sly's head shook softly in near the same moment. His accented words, this time, holding a far more gentle tone.

"You know what? You don't have to explain. I feel like a lot of things about that Syn place are probably better not explained."

Sly's lip quirked once more the gyspy willing to let that line of conversation...slide for now. Even if he was certain those questions would continue to linger within his mind. It was an entirely more pressing question that seemed to tug at his thoughts. Harley had mentioned how entirely...close to death he had been that day. In fact, Harley had seemed almost certain that he had been going to die after the encounter with the vampire. He remembered it, far more clearly then he desired to- right along with that burning pain within his chest and yet the world had gone black after that. By the time he'd woken up he'd felt...fine. Sly, perhaps, having almost convinced himself those injuries hadn't been as bad as he'd believed (or they had felt). After all, how else had he survived them? That very question, here and now, seemed to press itself to the forefront of his mind. Did Harleyhave some kind of healing power? Maybe he owed her more than he believed. Sly reached to take another bite of that food then, the taste and warmth of that meal entirely satisfying once more as Harley almost weakly insisted that kind of power would be handyman a vampire bar. Sly's gaze shifted gently upward once more,meeting her own, the woman's voice, this time, uttered so softly he was barely able to hear it. She'd made a....deal? A deal with who? For what? Sly's lips parted once more, those questions upon the very tip of his tongue and yet....what good would asking them do? Harley didnt want to talk about Syn. That much was clear. No more than he wanted to talk about....his 'fear' of hospitals. Maybe....this was the common ground they should both agree to simply back down on-for now. She had saved his life. Did anything else matter right now?

"If you made a deal with anyone in that place it was probably a deal with the devil. I- hey!"

The rest of those words were abruptly halted as a cushion from the sofa collided with the back of the warlock's head. Sly was left blinking momentarily as he turned to eye that pillow upon the floor. That....wasn't made of metal. So Harley hadn't lifted it. That confusion upon his features was abruptly clear. Had he...offended someone? That's what it felt like. Maybe he should just give up attempting to understand any of this.

"What I was going to say before I was assaulted..."

Sly paused once more, the warlock glancing around the room as if anticipating to see....well....something...or someone. Sly's features frowned again, the warlock lifting one hand to rub at the back of his head. That look of discontent on his features hardly lessened before his gaze turned to Harley once more.

"...was that I won't ask you anymore about it. Maybe don't go around making any more deals on behalf though. At least until I can return the favor on that one."

Sly's gaze lifted ever so slightly. The eternally good natured warlock waited for some sort of confirmation from the woman before his head shook softly once more- another bite of that dinner lifted to his lips.

"Im also ninety percent sure you have some kind of ghost haunting you or something. One that doesn't really seem to like me. There are herbs you can put around the house for that kind of thing-or so they say."

Spirits, Sly had decided, were the logical reason behind that launching pillow. Along with a number of other oddities the man was certain he'd observed in that apartment. The manner of Syn, for now, one he was willing to lay to the side as he finished the last bite of that meal. Thatreally had been....incredible. His clothing too was almost entirely dry- thanks to Mihai's constant heat. Sly's gaze shifted back toward that shower then.

"I can get most of the plumbing work done tonight, but re-tiling and aesthetics will have to wait a few days until I can get what I need to fix it and make your shower look like someone didn't run it through with a sword. Does Wednesday night next week work for you? I can bring dinner that night, if you want. Maybe we can.....do something afterward?"

Sly paused once more, his attention resting entirely upon the pretty, femanine woman across from him. Harley, for her part, appeared almost baffled. Maybe she didn't get asked out a lot. That seemed impossible though- given her looks.

"I'm asking you out....if that wasn't clear enough. After I've fixed the shower that is."

sly