Sly, for several long moments, was entirely content to absorb himself with his pizza. That meal was undoubtedly simple (and admittedly cheap) and yet it was nothing short of satisfying in every way. Harley, in turn, hardly uttered a word against it. Sly inclined to find he liked the raven haired woman more and more. His obvious lack of income hardly seemed to deter her. There were far too few people like that left in the world- of that he was certain. It was that very consideration of people in the world however that prompted the warlock to ask after Harley's neighbor. The curious, accented man had seemed almost...accusatory before abruptly declaring he needed to go to Spain, of all places. Harley's expression alone seemed to give away that very notion that she clearly knew the man, or at least, knew who he was. Her admission that he didn't live in the apartment he came out of however readily prompted that look of bafflement to Sly's features once more. The gypsy, this time, queried why anyone would break into an apartment just to announce his friendship with Harley and so apparently leave for Spain a moment later. Did Harley not find that...odd in the very least? Hell, the Romanian was fairly certain it was a crime and yet- the Were woman hardly seemed to blink. Perhaps he shouldn't have been surprised, she had been relatively unphased by that vampire bar in turn. Sly already having come to accept that Harley was.....different from most other people. The violet eyed woman hardly seemed to shy away from, well, anything. Regardless of how obscure. Sly, despite his confusion on the matter, was inclined to admit it was an attractive trait. She was....strong.

Strong or not however, the idea that unusual men took satisfaction in breaking into apartments within the building hardly filled the Gypsy with confidence. Sly shifted slightly to point towards her front door-querying whether or not that lock worked, considering the apartment already possessed a plethora of less than functional objects. Harley glanced upward from her own food a moment later, the young woman insisting it functioned as a lock-even if it failed to keep most people out. Sly's gaze narrowed ever so slightly as he eyed that lock once more. Maybe he could fix that too or at least make it stronger. Harley was right, by the time he was finished he'd have repaired the whole apartment. Harley's sudden query of what the rest of their night was going to consist of readily prompted that warm simper back to the warlock's features as Sly insisted it would have weapons and projectiles. That description was, admittedly, perhaps a little...embellished and yet the blond was nothing if not a salesman in all regards. Sly so eternally having been quick with his words. Harley paused only long enough to toss Ace what remained of that pizza, the woman insisting pizza and weaponry were surely both her type of language even if her curiosity remained clear. Well- she would get a surprise if nothing else. Sly wholly determined to ensure she enjoyed her evening with him. Considering their last encounter, tonight could hardly be worse, right?

Sly moved to push back from the table then as Harley followed suit, the Were insisting she was ready for danger as she pulled a leather jacket on and over her figure. Sly, for the briefest of moments, unable to ignore the way the leather seemed to sit perfectly upon her figure. Her femanine form highlighted with flattering ease. Hmmm. She looked good in leather. The warlock moved to step out of the door then with Harley behind, a short, simple burst of her power prompted that door to close behind them-the pair easily began to head down the street. Mihai, delighted to be outdoors once more, was quick to burst into life. Those flames hurriedly took their usual form, that flaming fox darting ahead of the pair to light the way with clear glee as they strode behind. That night was entirely pleasant, almost warm enough to forgo their jackets, the streets seemingly having attracted other couples determined to enjoy the evening air as they passed by. Sly so hardly oblivious to those looks they received and yet- how certain Sly was it was hardly at him they were looking. Not when Harley strode past in that leather jacket and fitted jeans that seemed to highlight just the right places. Sly, tonight, distinctly....pleased to be in the company of a woman who attracted those kinds of looks. Even if that seemed to prompt a question to his own mind, one he was hardly unafraid to ask, even if just for his own simple curiosity. Harley surely got asked out all the time. No woman who looked like that would ever be short of a date. So why had she said yes to him?

The Were woman seemed to pause for several moments as Sly's gaze shifted to meet the violet of her own, Harley evidently giving that question distinct thought only to insist she had wondered the exact same thing. Sly felt one eye lift in amusement. Well- at least she was honest. That answer however came a moment later. Harley assured him it was because she found him refreshing. Along with the fact he had, somehow, managed to make her forget they had been in that hell of a bar for even a few moments. That, it seemed, qualified him as somehow she wanted to get to know. Her final reason prompted a soft simper to his own lips, the warlock taking a clear satisfaction in that very thing, even if he hardly voiced it aloud. That he had, somehow, given her some measure of....comfort within that place was....good to know. Sly quietly stored that very thought within his mind before that grin tugged more readily at his lips.

"You mean it wasn't because you found me handsome and exotic with my very attractive accent that can't decide if it wants to be Romanina, British or American? That one usually drives all the girls wild."

That teasing simper so hardly faltered as Sly chuckled, the warlock hardly oblivious to his almost...bizarre accent and the curious looks it so often earned him. To have that sudden question turned back upon himself, however, was hardly anticipated and yet the Gypsy so hardly hesitated, his shoulders lifting into a distinctly boyish shrug.

"That's easy. You're very hot- and we have the same sense of humor. Most people don't get it. You laughed, even in that Syn place. I liked that."

They had nearly died and Harley had still found time for even the faintest shred of humor. There was something to be said for that, Sly was certain. Even in that vampiric sandstorm Harley had managed to find the barest shred of hope and that, he was certain, made her worth knowing. Another easy grin found his lips then as the pair stopped outside that destination. The building's bright lights illuminated that sign outside, the activity from within echoing out onto the street. That place was veritably bursting tonight as Harley's gaze found that Miniature Golf sign. The woman's features seemed to shift from surprise to something almost akin to dismay and yet Sly hardly faltered. The warlock offered her that insistence that golf clubs caused 40,000injuries a year. By those statistics this was absolutely an extreme sport-even if it wasn't exactly what she had in mind. A look of amusement readily seemed to find her features then before she queried his agility- insisting he had been hit by a pillow. Sly's features shifted into a scowl, the Romanian snorting softly. That amusement still lining his words.

"I never had a chance to actually dodge it, it was thrown by a poltergeist. How many people can dodge things thrown by ghosts?"

That, he was certain, was an unrealistic expectation! Sly moved to lead the way into that mini golf course then, the warlock reaching for two of those golf putters before handing one to Harley, along with a green coloured ball, the warlock taking a red one for himself before stepping out onto that course and towards the first hole. One decorated in a zoo scene. Various plastic animals dotted that course. Zebras and lions and giraffes racing across the green in a scene designed to disrupt that gold ball at every turn. Their multitude of legs was a veritable maze between the ball and the desired hole. Sly easily placed his red ball onto that green, the warlock eyeing that scene before him before turning to glance at Harley beside him.

"I need to warn you, I'm actually incredibly good at this game. I deliberately picked something I was good at. You know, to impress you and all."

That teasing grin once more seemed to hint at the corners of his lips, the warlock nodding sagely before taking a swing at that ball. The red ball shot forward, colliding almost instantly with a zebra, only to ricochet into one of the lions and straight into the sand trap to the left. That shot was....utterly abysmal in every way. Sly's features, however, remained decidedly neutral, the warlock taking a moment to judge that shot.

"Personally I think it was an excellent shot."

Sly moved to step to the side, offering the no doubt bewildered Harley that chance to take her own- only for Mihai to dash onto the course. The flaming fox had shifted forms once more into a near comical cocker spaniel. Mihai, in that canine skin, raced with evident glee towards Sly's red ball- leaping onto it within that sand trap, only to take it between his jaws and- with his tail wagging in delight, proceeded to race towards the end of the green. That red ball was dropped directly into the hole. A bark of delight left the flaming creature's lips before he bounded forward and back across that green, the familiar waiting with eagerness for his Master's praise. Sly reached down to rub the dog's ear affectionately, his blue gaze remaining on Harley all the same.

"See? I told you I excelled at this game. A hole in one. Not too bad for someone hit by a pillow, eh?"

Those soft, good natured chuckles hummed easily within his throat as Sly lent agianst his golf stick, the warlock gesturing for Harley to go ahead and take her own shot.

"If you can get the ball in the hole in less than three shots I'll even tell you about my routine that you asked after."

sly.