He could do this right? He could make this cool. Well, his shows were also cool. At least he was inclined to think so and yet- somehow it mattered just that little bit more tonight with a singular soul as his audience. The warlock was entirely determined to impress Harley. After all, if she thought that show was ridiculous were they ever truly going to see eye to eye on anything else? More than that- that show was...personal, in a way. Something he'd worked harder on then he cared to admit. Showing it to a faceless mass of a crowd was easier. Some, after all, were bound to like it. Showing it to just one person, he'd decided, was harder. Sly waited only so long as it took Harley to settle on that bunch. The Romanian easily seemed to shift his persona then. The almost unflappable, calm, often reserved blond readily became far more animated. His veritable gift for showmanship so often a surprise to the precious few who knew him. Much less his veritable flair for that fire weaving that personified his art. His flaming familiar was equally inclined to embrace his Master's artistic direction. The story of the Pricolici was one Harley had chosen herself to hear. Sly was almost surprised by the young woman's desire to hear a tale that featured vampires when it was clear enough, even to him, that they were hardly her favored species. Still, that choice was her own, the warlock determined to set that scene as a singular ring of fire enveloped them both, a playful, harmless Mihai leaping and bounding through that grass in his rabbit form. That small, flickering light he offered casting a soft glow across the dark grass.

That story was one Sly had long since perfected. That tale was a Romanian tradition, a fairytale of sorts from his own childhood and homeland. One his Bunica had told him since before he could remember. Whether or not those Pricolici were real, however, was perhaps something of a debate and yet history itself had long since supported the notion that Vampires, just like Werewolves- had first been documented in Romania. In fact, the last he heard, the Vampire Royal Family still kept Werewolves as pets of sorts. A symbol of their court. Though even that was something of a mystery. Vampiric Royals, after all, were not the most welcoming bunch to those outside their court. Still- Sly worked to weave that tale into the darkness, along with his gift for fire. Mihai, as always, was instrumental in his task- taking on the various forms of those creatures Sly spoke off as the warlock crafted that supporting task. Harley, it seemed, was invested within that tale- Sly careful to keep an eye upon his date, watching for those very reactions he had come to anticipate. His flaming creations, after all, were nothing short of realistic. The blond allowed those flames to give off their natural heat in turn. That sensation so tended to make them appear all the more volatile. The look of genuine surprise upon Harley's features as that story unfolded prompted a faint simper to the warlock's features, Sly determined not to miss a beat all the same as they reached the veritable pinnacle of the tale. His own part in that story was decidedly simple, that flaming stake wielded within his hands with ease to bring down the vampire in a rain of ash that seemed to fall from the sky like snow.

It was easy then, to step forward, to take Harley's hand in his own and turn it over- allowing that ash to collect within her palm as his gaze met her own. Sly distinctly aware of the warmth of her hand within his own. That very gesture seeking to draw her further into the story, to make her part of it. Sly, for the briefest of moments, inclined to consider just how vibrant her unusual gaze looked by firelight. The warlock momentarily hesitating within his words- before softly and yet abruptly blowing on that ash- sending it tumbling once more as he stepped away. That tale almost seemingly over- until the wolves. Their flaming figures emerged from the darkness, one by one, prompting Harley to lift her legs to let them pass. That very gesture coaxed a faint chuckle from the warlock as he continued. Those stalking wolves fell one by one to their turned and tortured leader. The unfortunate Alpha who had swallowed the vampires remains and taken on the very evil that had persisted. The creature was a twisted morph of both. One that stalked the darkened woods and sought only death and destruction, its pawprints leaving scorched earth in his wake. That creature paced and turned, hunting for its victim among the dark before seeming to notice Sly, his flaming eyes turned, fixating- before going in for that kill.

Mihai, however, seemed nearly determined to prevent his master's impending death. His familiar, in that rarely seen mythic form of a nine-tailed fox was quick to leap between Sly and the flaming Pircolici- a jet of fire erupting from Mihai's jaws only to bring an end to the warped, twisted creatures. The clear delight on Harley's features hardly missed before those flames abruptly seemed to go out once more. That park plunged back into darkness. Sly took that opportunity to appear upon the bench beside her. His presence prompted her to jolt as he chuckled softly. Maybe he didn't know a lot about cars- but he was pretty good with stories, right? At least, he hoped he was. Harley had liked it right? She had seemed like she had. With one person it was almost....easier to draw them into that story. To focus all of those effects upon them rather than spreading them out over the crowd and yet Harley's opinion mattered. Sly almost...nervous to hear it as a sound of amusement parted her lips- the woman standing then to face him. Only to inquire whether those ROmanian creatures were real. Sly's own shoulders rose in a shrug, that simper of amusement hardly faltering as he regarded her.

"To be honest, no one actually knows if they exist. Romania has a lot of forests and wild country no one ever ventures into. If they do exist, they probably live there. All stories come from at least some truth, right? In this case though I think the truth is just that Romania has a shit ton of Vampires and Werewolves both. Other species of Were are actually pretty rare back home. Almost every Were is a wolf."

No one had ever claimed to have survived a Pricolici attack to tell the tale and yet- didn't that unknown factor make them all the more terrifying? The idea, Sly suspected, was to keep children from roaming into Romania's untamed woodlands. The warlock was almost certain it was incredibly effective at that. After all, it seemed to have worked on Harley. The blond distinctly satisfied that his tale had been scary enough in the least. Harley, after all, wasn't the type to scare easily. The dark-haired woman's admittance that he truly had her going- much less her praise for his level of showmanship prompted a genuine grin to his features then. She had liked it then. A ready relief of sorts settled within his system. Her query on why he bothered fixing AC units and bathroom tiles when he could do this coaxed a soft chuckle from the man before he lent back on that seat- one hand lifting to run through his blond hair.

"Honestly- I don't make nearly enough money from doing it to actually pay any bills or rent or...anything. People give me change, some people are more generous on occasion. I got a twenty once. Most of the time though it's just something to do on Saturday nights at the docks when I'm not working."

Sly's shoulders lifted once more. Maybe there was a way, somehow, to make real money off of those shows and yet that would mean renting some kind of stage, organizing tickets, hiring people to work that door and behind the scenes. Things that cost money. Money he sure as hell didn't have. Still, that Harley thought it was worth something meant more than that twenty he'd been given. Sly easily moved to push himself to his feet then as Harley teased after what else he was hiding. If only she knew. The Gypsy, however, was quick to let that grin find his lips again as Mihai leapt down, his feline form brushing agianst Harley's legs in turn as he purred.

"I mean I don't really do the shows for money, you know?"

Well- that was a lie. Mostly. That teasing grin hardly leaving his features all the same.

"I actually do it just to pick up girls. I finish a show and women just flock to me. Entire groups of them. Sometimes I'm just drowning under the amount of women I get....."

Also a lie. Sly was almost certain no woman had ever decided to throw herself at him over that show and yet still, that soft chuckle hummed within his throat as he moved to close that distance between Harley and himself. His hand setted easily on her waist, his head dipping slightly as his lips found her own in that sudden and yet decidedly gentle kiss. God, but he'd been dying to do that all night. Her lips were exactly as sweet as he'd anticipated. The warlock pulled back ever so slightly to regard her again.

"...and then I make out with them and I'm so good at that, that they invite me back to their places where I then find things in their houses that need fixing and I charge them for it. Now that's how I actually make money. Seducing women into letting me fix their apartments."

How readily that teasing grin hardly left his lips. Sly nothing if not bold in almost all he did.

"Speaking of which- don't I have some tiles to fix at your place?"

sly.