Sly could hardly help that frown that found his features as Harley's affinity for metal grasped that putter- propelling it neatly along the green to guide the little ball right into the hole. Huh. Maybe he should have seen that one coming. He'd only considered the ball, not the putter itself. That would teach him. A soft snort of amusement easily escaped him then. The warlock insisted that maybe he should have expected that as Harley turned to face him, her vivid violet gaze finding her own with the very accusation that he was suggesting she was predictable. There were a lot of things, Sly was certain, that Harley surely was and yet predictable was not the word he would have chosen for the young woman before him. The very notion prompted a chuckle from the depths of his throat as his head shook.

"How about, predictably unpredictable?"

That almost wry grin managed to find his features then as he followed Harley up the green and toward the hole as the woman bent to retrieve both balls from within. Her hand extended toward him, offering that ball, Sly's own automatically reaching to take it- only for Harley to move it near teasingly out of reach. Her very ploy prompted a narrowing of his own gaze before a defeated sigh parted his lips. Well-he had promised. The Romanian uttered that veritable concession a moment later, another good natured chuckle finding his lips before he leant forward and against his putter. As if that sporting device had been entirely designed for him to lean agianst it. It was often that he shared, well, anything about his street magic. At least, not beyond the performance part most people saw at the docks on a saturday afternoon. Few people had ever truly asked him to talk about it and fewer still had even managed to glean an answer from the Gypsy. Still, a deal was a deal, the ROmanian willing enough to offer his companion that explanation of exactly what he did in his free time as his head nodded toward Mihai. The warlock equally content to explain his familiars role in that show. After all, Sly's veritable talent for fire was what made that show....worth seeing. After all, anyone could learn a few basic magic tricks. The type people had seen over and over. The blond warlock had been almost determined to offer them something....new. Even if few people understood the depth of that magic. Let alone the warlock communities' apparent disdain for using his affinity in a manner they found 'disagreeable'. He was just trying to get by and here they were, giving him grief over it. Accusing him of making a mockery of his own kind. Sly's head shook softly, dismissing those very thoughts as his gaze shifted back to Harley's own.

The young woman appeared almost...shocked by his revelation. Harley was content to admit she hadn't seen that coming. Her choice of words prompted the Romanian to chuckle softly before she insisted that this explained his knowledge of mythical creatures. Sly almost....pleasantly surprised she had remembered his comment from the other night in regards to that. Few people, after all, seemed to take an interest in what he was doing beyond fixing their appliances or plumbing. Harley had genuinely listened. Her question upon that lore prompted a soft shake of the man's head once more. Mihai, beside him, glanced almost excitedly between the pair in clear hope that someone might throw another ball- his tail wagging with glee.

"Most of it is things I read. People respond better to seeing something from their own cultures or childhoods. Even then though, it's my interpretation of what I read, those creatures, in that regard, are unique to how I create them."

Harley seemed almost thoughtful for a moment before the striking young woman frowned. His insistence that the magical community didn't exactly look favorably on his pastime hardly seemed to sit well with her as she queried what exactly it was they had a problem with. Sly's own shoulders raised loosely.

"Honestly, I think it's just an....image issue more than anything else. Humans with no magical ability can learn all sorts of magic tricks. Most of the witch and warlock community look down on that as being, well, common, for want of a better word and they see what I do as being in the same vein as that. Common. Making a mockery of real magic."

That, after all, seemed to be the majority of their issue. A disdain for his selling magic like a 'common' human. His kind was a notoriously....prideful community. One that often seemed to have a chip on its shoulder against the whole world. That however, was surely enough about him. Sly content to turn the conversation back to Harley herself as he gestured to that next putting course- this one set up as some sort of idyllic country farm complete with fake cows, barns and a rotating windmill that guarded the hole at the end. This one, Sly was certain, he could complete in less than four shots (without Mihai's help and much too Mihai's disappointment). His completion of that very task however required a reward. The gypsy content to insist Harley owed him a fact about herself. One that wasn't something generic like her star sign. Even if his own position as a so-called Leo surely already gave away his tendency to theatrics. A ready amusement seemed to find Harley's features at that revelation. Her quip coaxing a grin to his own features before she insisted she was a taurus. The woman was un-inclined to believe astrology could truly define if a couple was meant to be together before assuring him her star sign indicated she was wilful and stubborn. A derisive snort following that very statement as Sly merely allowed one eye to raise. Uh huh.SUre. Not wilful or stubborn at all. That very amusement continued to linger on his features as he chuckled softly once more. Maybe later on he'd....look up the star sign thing. Couldn't hurt right?

"I think another Taurus trait is denial."

That teasing grin tugged at his features. Sly almost certain of the look he was going to receive in turn before Harley moved to eye that course. Her head nodded in agreement to his terms. Four shots or less and she'd tell him something about herself that wasn't....generic. If she managed the same however she wanted a taste of that magic show later on. Sly's head bobbed softly.

"Alright then, if you can manage the same i'll show you some of my magic later on, in a more open and less flammable space."

Sly reached to take that offered ball then as Harley brushed past him, her should lightly, playfully bumping his own. Her words a veritable whisper agianst his air as she queried whether he might need five shots without Mihai's help. Christ but she had an undeniably....sexy voice. Even when she wasn't exactly trying to be. Sly momentarily distracted from those words themselves before their implication seemed to settle within his mind. His hand lifted, offering the woman a light, playful shove before he moved to place that ball on the green.

"Pretty generous of you to offer me a handicap- I'll take you up on it.....if I get to four and still haven't gotten it in."

That, Sly was certain, was not hw Harley intended her teasing offer to be used and yet why not take what he was offered? That amusement hardly seemed to falter from his features as he swung that putter, hitting the ball and sending it out onto the green....and right into a cow. That ball bounced off the cow with enough force to make it over a small hill before coming to rest at the feet of an alarmed looking plastic chicken. Alright. It could be worse. Sly frowned slightly before stepping forward, the warlock eyeing that new angle. Maybe if he hit it softly he could put it in line with the windmill. Then it was just a manner of getting it through those rotating blades. Mihai's excited back of encouragement prompted the warlock to scowl in his direction.

"You can't bark at a golf tournament, Mihai. You'll upset the crowd."

Sly gestured to those empty seats beside the putting green. The warlocks acknowledgement prompting the flaming spaniel to bark again as Sly attempted to hit that ball....softly. The ball rolled forward, coming to a halt almost in line with that windmill, the warlock eyeing it with a clear and pleasant surprise before lining himself up for that 3rd shot. The windmill wasn't moving terribly fast and yet....he wasn't exactly great at this game to begin with. At least not without Mihai. His features frowned ever so slightly, Sly eyeing that windmill for several moments before glancing back at Harley.

"I hope your watching this fantastic display of skill right now."

Ignoring the fact he'd struck several farm animals to get here. Sly's shifted that putter forward, connecting with the ball and sending it rolling ahead with more speed then he'd truly intended. Oops. That ball barrelled forward, clipping the edge of that windmill blade and yet....that very act seemed to push the ball more accurately beneath the windmill itself. The ball was suddenly spat out the otherside, rolling down that final hill.....only to tumble neatly into the hole. Sly, for several moments, so merely blinked at that unintended and complete fluke of a shot- before glancing back to Harley, his putter swung over his shoulder as if he'd intended that very act all along.

"Well- apparently I actually do excel at this game. You're fortunate to be here with the only pro golfer here tonight. You're welcome."

Those teasing words were met with a readily impish grin as another chuckle hummed within his throat, Sly pausing at her side then, his blue gaze meeting the vibrant violet of her own.

"You owe me some information now- I think."

sly.