Sly had hardly anticipated that the very question might, somehow, be turned back upon himself and yet- in his usual style- the warlock so hardly seemed concerned. Rather, his shoulders rose in a simple, boyish shrug before offering that decidedly honest answer. Harley was hot. Undeniably so. It would be a lie to suggest anything else. Her looks had undoubtedly attracted him to her and yet- it was her sense of humor, even in the face of veritable death that seemed to have inclined him to desire to know her beyond her mere appearance. After all, someone willing to find even a shred of good humor in that hell of a place was someone worth knowing. He was certain. That response seemed to almost surprise the young woman beside him and yet, true to form, Harley was quick to recover as she insisted she had believed that he'd only been interested in her big.....brain. Sly's blue gaze, near instinctively, seemed to shift towards his companion's chest. Even if only for a moment. Well- it was hard to miss and it really did look....incredible. Even if he was certain she had lured him into that very glance. A warm simper tugged at his lips all the same, his gaze turning to the path ahead once more as Mihai continued to lead the way. Their destination was hardly far now as they strode those last few steps, Sly pausing outside that decidedly deadly and undeniably dangerous....mini golf.

That simple look of baffled surprise upon the woman's features was entirely worth that walk as far as Sly was concerned. The warlock, in that moment, offering her those golfing statistics on just how many people every year were killed or injured in putting related misadventure. Those stats alone, he was certain, qualified this as a dangerous sport and yet how looking forward he was to doing something so simple as mini golf. It was, perhaps, hardly as....extravagant or expensive or even as romantic as he suspected Harley might be used to from other guys and yet....money wasn't exactly something he had a lot of right now. Or ever. Plus, that game was, well, fun. Simple, basic fun. The very kind he was certain they would both benefit from after the insanity of that Syn place and everything that had happened that night. Anything more extravagant would have felt almost out of place, a dramatic overkill. Sly a distinct believer in the power of uncomplicated simplicity. Harleys sudden tease in regards to those ghosts however was quick to prompt a frown to the mans features. Sly insisting he'd hardly even been given a chance to avoid that pillow. Not when it had been thrown by what he was fairly certain was some sort of high grade poltergeist. Why it was haunting Harley's apartment remained to be seen and yet those herbs were sure to do something right? His grandmother had been certain. She was rarely ever wrong. Not when it came to that sort of thing. Harley's teasing insistence that death by pillow thrown by ghosts was surely similar to death by mini golf club prompted a snort of amusement from the Romanian. His lips, once more, quirked upward in clear appreciation of her sense of humor before he moved to lead the way into that building and find them both suitable sized putters and balls.

That putter and ball was handed easily to Harley before the warlock led the way once more, Sly stepping out onto that first green. One awash with a plethora of animals in various poses whose sole purpose was to prevent the ball reaching the hole at the end with any ease. A simper tugged easily at his features, Sly's blue gaze shifting to Harley as he assured her of his obvious skill at this game. A game he had chosen specifically to impress her with his mastery of. Harley's eye rose upward in clear disbelief at his sudden bravado. The woman prompted 'Mr Daring and Dangerous' to take his first shot as Sly chuckled once more.

"Gladly."

The warlock shifted to face that putting green then. Sly's head tilted slightly, the warlock making every effort to judge that distance and range before bringing back the club and striking the little ball. It flew across that green, striking the side- only to collide solidly with an animal statue. That very force propelling it into another and another. The unfortunate ball spiraling into the sand on the side of the green. Sly so hardly seemed perturbed as the warlock nodded in satisfaction and stepped backward- proclaiming it an excellent shot. Tha near baffled look on Harley's pretty features was hardly missed. The woman suggested that he was surely supposed to get it in the hole.

"I got it pretty close though."

He hadn't. That ball was still notably short of the hole as another chuckle hummed within his throat. The warlock gestured for Harley to take her turn. The Were woman moved to step onto the green then, Sly using his own putter to lean easily on as she lined up her own shot. That very angle decidedly....pleasing to watch her from- before Mihai suddenly bolted forward. His flaming familiar, in the shape of an over-delighted spaniel, raced onto the putting green with clear glee. The fiery canine leapt with delight onto Sly's ball within the sand trap, grasping it between his teeth only to prance toward the hole. Dropping that ball in with ease before racing back to his Master with a wagging tail. Mihai always seemed to love miniature golf. Even Sly was uncertain as to why his familiar relished it as much as he did. Did that say something about his soul? Or was that simply...Mihai? Sly reached easily downward to rub his familiar's ear. The wry grin on his lips near matching Harley's own as she insisted she was surely supposed to feel cheated.

"I didn't really cheat. The ball moved by...natural forces outside of my control."

That was allowed, right? That bright grin on his lips hardly faltered all the same as Harley glanced downward at Mihai, insisting they were supposed to be friends. Mihai, still delighted with himself, barked in response, his figure bowing down in that clear invitation of play as his tail continued to wag. The dog seemed positively delighted by Harley's attention. That was...a little embarrassing. Sly offered his familiar a near dubious glance. The dog barked at his master before bouncing sideways, his gaze fixated on Harley's ball in the hopes he might be allowed to retrieve it too. Sky's blue gaze rolled slightly at his familiar's anticis before easily finding Harley's own once more. Why not make that game more interesting? The warlock effortlessly offered that information she had desired earlier if she could make that shot in two hits or less like the sign suggested. That challenge, it seemed, was one she accepted with gusto as Sly nodded. Harley lined up again to take that shot- before striking at the ball. Her hit had been far more gentle than his own and yet- that ball seemed determined to take a similar path before managing to stop just short of the sand pit that Sly's own ball had been lost too. One- she declared, offering him a smug look over her shoulder that prompted a simper to his lips once more.

"Only one left though- and you're out of beginners luck now. It all got used up by that hit."

That clear suggestion that her first strike had been nothing but luck so readily prompted that teasing tone to his words, the warlock eyeing her with a clear, good-natured challenge as she readied herself for her second swing. Sly had seen her powers for metal manipulation before and yet-that gold ball was hardly metal, Sly having given distinctly little thought to the putter itself as it seemed determined to take on a mind of its own. That ball near casually pushed by the wayward putter directly into the hole as Sly merely allowed one eye to raise. Alright. He hadn't exactly anticipated that. Then again- shouldn't he have? Harley hardly seemed the type inclined to lose and it wasn't as if he'd played....totally fair either.

"I feel like I should have seen that coming."

The Romanian moved to follow Harley down the green before she bent to pluck those balls from the hole, grasping them both, his own held towards him. Sly's effort to take that ball however readily prompted her to pull it out of his reach and behind her back. Harley insisted he make good on his deal as a chuckle tugged at his throat.

"Alright, alright..."

They had made a deal after all. Sly shifted to lean easily on his putter again, the blond warlock regarding his companion before nodding toward Mihai- still within his spaniel form.

"Mihai and I have a magic show. Not the typical kind of 'pick a card' sort of thing. Though I can do that as well if I really have to. I can manipulate fire to a certain extent and with Mihai's help I do a sort of.....interactive story. Usually a myth or legend from one culture or another. One that involves beasts or animals or mythical creatures. I tell the story and Mihai takes on the forms of the creatures- along with a few added editions I create. It makes the story alive right in front of people. I usually do it down by the docks on a saturday, just out on the street, good farmers market crowd then. I make a few extra hundred dollars from it."

And it wasn't the sort of 'job' anyone asked questions about. A way to make money without needing social security numbers of proof of I/D or legal immigration papers. The very things that had managed to elude the warlock for years.

"It goes down a treat with most people. I try to keep it family friendly, you know, for the kids and all. Most of the witch and warlock community aren't exactly thrilled by it though. A warlock doing street magic isn't exactly the kind of gimmick they find...amusing. I've had it out with them a few times. Nothing really that serious just some....disagreements."

Sly's features frowned ever so slightly, the warlock hardly making an effort to elaborate on that before a simper suddenly returned to his features again. Sly nodding toward the next putting green, one set up as a country farm. Complete with windmill and rotating blades guarding the hole.

"I think if I can get the ball in the hole in....four shots or less- without Mihai's help- you have to tell me something about you. Something good too. It can't be your...star sign or something like that. Although, by the way, I am a Leo- which I'm told means I'm prone to being theatrical. So take from that what you will."

That easy, teasing grin found his lips again. Amusement tugging at his features as his hand extended for the ball Harley was holding hostage. Sly entirely ready for that next round.

sly.