Maybe he shouldn't have been surprised. Appearances were deceiving. Hell,he knew that better than most. Yet the very notion that the small, femaine woman in front of him was a tattoo artist just somehow seemed....more unusual then he'd anticipated. Sly frowned once more,his head tilting slightly to the side in an effort to better take in that revelation even as Harley insisted the tattoo parlor had been where she had come from earlier tonight. The woman evidently had been working on a decidedly difficult sleeve. If she had been working so late and doing something so detailed then, surely, she was....good at her job right? If she was good at it then why did she need that second job at the vampire bar that had nearly cost them both their lives? There was, Sly decided, vastly more not being said and yet...was it really his damn place to pry? It wasn't like he'd been exactly truthful about everything either. Maybe it didn't matter. Harley had still saved his life. His words, this time, were decidedly softer, the Romanian insisting that Harleyhardly had to explain Syn if she didn't want to. The Gypsy instead inclined to inquire after exactly what had happened in that parking lot- and how he was still alive. Harley had been convinced he was going to die,after all, she said so herself. He had certainly felt....different then he ever had before. The pain in his chest had been beyond anything he'd ever known and then, suddenly, there had simply been...blackness. Whatever happened while he'd been unconscious he hardly knew. Harley, in turn, seemed almost reluctant to explain. More mysteries then. The sudden notion she had made a deal,however, readily prompted Sly's gaze upward to meet the striking violet of her own.

She'd made a deal? On his behalf? With who? If she had made a deal with anyone in that place it was almost certain to be some kind of goddamn devil. Nothing good came from Syn,of that Sly was certain. The warlock paused to swallow another bite of his meal before voicing that very thought aloud- only to be struck from behind with a cushion from the sofa. A near accusatory glance was shot toward Harley at that moment. He'd seen her ability to move objects and yet that pillow was so undeniably....not metal. She could only move metal right? A new frown managed to dance upon the Gypsy's features then as one hand lifted to rub at the back of his head. Ghosts. That had to be it. Harley's apartment was haunted. That seemed logical right? After everything he'd seen tonight and what they had already survived, why couldn't it be ghosts? Sly, as he so often was, hardly seemed....phased by his own internal conformation of ghosts. The warlock was a distinctly difficult being to distress in any sense. Besides, that burst of laughter from Harley (despite her efforts to contain it) so readily assured him this spirit was perhaps more known to her then she let on. Hmmm.

Harley's features seemed to gleam with amusement as Ace leapt onto that fallen pillow, that momentary confusion on Sly's own face seeming to fade as he reached to finish the last bite of his meal then, a near wary glance given over his shoulder to make sure no other pillows were headed his way before his attention returned to that verydeal Harley had spoken off. It would be better, he was certain, if she didn't make any more deals on his behalf. At least not until he had paid her back for this one. Harley's own features shifted into something near incredulous- the woman insisting he was still rescuing her shower-as if that might somehow be thanks enough for having,somehow,prevented his death. Sly's head shook softly.

"Im still charging you for part of it, I'm fairly sure that doesn't make us even yet."

This, it seemed, was a point the man was determined to remain firm on. There was a debt between them, one still to be paid. The warlock unwilling to accept discounted plumbing services as any kind of evening out of that debt. His insistence she could probably ward off the ghost in her house with herbs, however, seemed to bring about that teasing tone to her voice once more. Her almost playful question prompted a grin to Sly's own lips once more.

"Ghost's don't throw things, heavy or not, at people they like. I'll bring some herbs to ward it off next time I come. I know a witch who deals with spirit problems."

Sly very near braced himself for some further impact. That so-called spirit, apparently, hardly chose to strike again. Maybe it wasn't as easily offended as it seemed. Thatmatter of work to be done, however, continued to tug at the front of the blond's mind. Sly glancing once more toward Harley's distinctly destroyed shower. He could fix that plumbing within a night, he was certain. At least- he could make it functional. That aesthetic damage however would take....vastly longer. The tiles would have to be relaid and plastered, the wall repaired, the fittings re-fixed. He would have to come back again for that. Probably more than once. Sly paused momentarily, his gaze flicking up to Harley's own once more. There was nothing wrong with asking, right? She might very well reject that offer that turned within the forefront of his mind. She was cute. Her life was a little...chaotic maybe but she was intriguing in every sense of the word. Along with being undoubtedly attractive. Sly, in that moment, inclined to offer to bring dinner next time he came. Along with that suggestion they do something afterward. Whether or not Harley had heard him however remained to be seen, the woman seeming thoughtful for a moment as Sly further clarified that he was, indeed, asking her out.

A momentary simper seemed to dance upon her striking features, Sly's gaze remaining entirely upon her own. The warlock, if nothing else, was so hardly lacking in confidence as he politely waited for her reply. Wednesday, Harley insisted, was a good day to finish that work, Sly nodding softly in agreement. That date stored neatly within his mind. That very question of the date, however, continued to linger within the air between them. Harley, at last, insisting she was free for dinner- and something else. A snort of amusement easily echoed within the warlock's throat.

"It's a date then."

His own eye lifted ever so slightly, Sly pushing gently back from that table with every intention of beginning to work on that shower as promised. Only for Harley to stop him- the woman insisting he not return to 'business mode' just yet. The raven-haired woman rose from her chair, crossing that small space between them only to offer him her phone as she flopped down into the chair beside him, her knees momentarily brushing agianst him as she did. That images folder of her tattooing work was readily displayed on the screen- Sly's gaze widening slightly in surprise as he reached to do as she suggested- flicking through several of those pictures. Her work was....vastly better than he had anticipated. Those images alone so readily quashed any consideration the man had had over her not doing well at that profession. Tattoos were so hardly his thing and yet it hardly took a knowledge of art to know when something was well drawn.

"Wow, you are good at this."

Sly's finger moved to brush over that screen, the warlock eyeing several more of those images before glancing upward toward Harley once more.

"You can't possibly be a tattoo artist...without your own tattoos?"

His blue gaze shifted once more, roving over her figure with a deliberate slowness. From this angle, at least, Sly was mostly certain he could hardly spot any tattoos upon her figure. Maybe they were in a more...discreet location. Now that was an intriguing thought. Sly moved to hand her phone back towards her then, the warlock rising gently from his chair as Mihai leapt onto the table between them.

"I'm going to get started on fixing those pipes so you have water in the apartment again tonight. You're welcome to watch me work if you want. There is every chance my shirt might get wet again."

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