Ace's loud and yet exuberant bark echoed excitedly from the other side of the door the moment the Romanian's knuckles rapped agianst it. That raucous sound was, almost, enough to prompt the man to momentarily forget Harley's....bizarre neighbor- before the door swung open to reveal the raven-haired woman he had been looking forward to seeing again since their last meeting. The shirt she had chosen had a v-neck, the very kind that seemed to encourage his gaze downward and toward her distinctly...notable assets. Sly, in that moment, entirely willing to admit that his gaze had lingered for perhaps a moment longer than it should have before sweeping further downward to eye the skinny jeans that clung to her undeniably femenine figure. She looked good. This outfit by far the warlocks most preferred he had seen her in yet as a warm grin found his features. A grin Harley seemed inclined to mirror before the gyspy seemed to remember a need for something beyond merely staring at his companion. Those pizza boxes within his hands were abruptly held forward. Harley's bright violet gaze shifted downward, the woman querying how he had known she had an eternal weakness for the Italian classic as Sly snorted softly in amusement.

"It was a very lucky guess on my part."

That simper hardly seemed to fade from his lips as the warlock stepped into the warmth of her small apartment. Hell, he was pretty sure it was still bigger then his own-and a damn sight nicer too. There was no way he was ever going to be able to invite her over in return. Those concerns, for now at least, were readily cast aside by Harley's assurance that the bathroom had suffered no further damage in his absence. Her words held no small hint of tease and yet Sly remained distinctly uncertain what had happened to the bathroom to begin with. That, it seemed, was a secret Harley was decidedly inclined to keep to herself and one Sly saw little need to press further on for now. The warlock, instead, moved to offer her that collection of herbs his grandmother had put together earlier. That, she insisted, would ward off any common household ghost. Whether or not that would work in Harley's situation he hardly knew and yet even he was convinced that....something wasn't exactly right when it came to her apartment. Harley moved to slide the pizza boxes onto the counter before turning to eye that little bag of herbs- her fingers reaching up to take it a moment later as she queried the need for any kind of spell. Those warlocks' heads shook sofly.

"Nah, not for this kind of magic. Honestly, a lot of witchcraft is really just....using plants the traditional way. A lot of people have forgotten how so it looks more mysterious than it is. You might need real magic if it turns out to be more than just a house ghost but I can get instructions from my friend for you if that happens. No catnip in it though i'm pretty sure."

Sly's headnodded assuredly. It wouldn't be the worst thing in the world if Harley had a ghost problem, right? At least he'd have all the more reason to come over more often. Especially if she was going to wear jeans like that. Hsrley lifted that small satchel to her nose- only to abruptly breath deeply inward.

"Ahh, I wouldn't do that if I were-"

His words of warning were entirely too late. That scent had clearly been drawn much too far up the woman's nose- an almost riotous sneeze following a moment later as Sly chuckled. Well-he had tried to warn her. His grandmother was notorious for using distinctly...potent herbs in any of her creations. Harley would be smelling whatever was in that satchel for the better part of a week with the breath she had taken in. Sly's gaze briefly shifted in the direction of the shower once more, the warlock offering that veritable plan for the evening. They could go out first and he could finish tiling that bathroom afterward. This way, at least, he could assure they had plenty of time for that planned date, rather than trying to rush that bathroom tiling work- or worse- find himself swamped in work with no time to even take Harley on the date to begin with. Harley was quick to agree to that plan- with the addition of eating that pizza before it went cold as Syly nodded.

"Where do you keep your plates?"

The warlock paused momentarily, waiting for some kind of instruction before reaching for those plates and handing Harley one in turn. Sly moved to step back towards the pizza then, placing several slices onto his plate before seating himself in the nearest chair at the dining table. The warlock made every effort to eat neatly over that plate ( manners mattered after all) before Harley's question in regards to her neighbor coaxed a look of contemplation to his features. Sly's head titled ever so slightly, his blond hair catching within his lashes.

"It was a guy, around my height, maybe a bit shorter. He came out of the place right next door and started asking me what I was doing and saying he was your 'good friend' and that has late to get to...Spain or something. He didn't look Spanish at all. He had an accent though- and he knew your name. And mine actually."

Sly's features frowned again at that distinct realization. The man had called him Sylvester. Nobody called him Sylvester. At least, nobody other then his Mother. Who was that guy? Whoever he was he had been pretty...good looking. Sly inclined to consider that very thing for several moments as he took another bite of that pizza- hs gaze shifting to Harley's again as the woman settled herself across from him.

"How likely are you to believe I made this pizza?"

It was his turn to let that teasing simper find his lips then. The warlock was already certain he could hardly compete with that meal Harleyhad made last time. That D\dish had been flawless. As if his own grandmother had made it. Still,what harm was there in trying to claim a little credit for it? The warlock inclined to find himself distinctly...at ease in harleys company. In a way the man so often failed to be around others. A far more important question, however, tugged at the forefront of his mind

"I also need to know where you stand on the idea of extreme sports."

It was, Sly was certain, a critical question. The warlock was content to offer an almost teasing grin once more as he took another bite of his meal.

sly.