Harley's hand easily found his own in those precarious moments in which Sly was forced to, carefully, attempt to detangle himself from the woman he'd managed to quite literally sweep off her feet only moments before. Her fingers feet neatly agianst his own, the warmth of her hand hardly missed before he moved to gently help her upward. Only for Harley to insist he owed her one. That was a bit rich wasn't it? They hadn't exactly gotten out yet and as far as he could tell Harley didn't seem to have that much of an idea where she was going either. What did she even do in this place? She'd gotten down here hadn't she? Surely there was a way out. One that didn't involve having to deal with Ruben or anyone else in this house of horrors. It was, however, hardly this favour he owed her that Sly chose to comment on. The warlock instead was content to insist that maybe he wouldn't have knocked her down if she wasn't so...abnormally tiny for a human being. She was all of five foot nothing, he was certain. Sly, in that moment, entirely content to forgo that charade of good customer service he so often wore like a shield. That sarcasm beneath and decidedly keen sense of the ridiculous readily finding its way through in a rare and yet no less potent display of what might well have been his true personality- when not restricted beneath the uniform of one job or another. He had been warned after all, countless times and by countless managers, that his 'attitude' was hardly conducive to good reviews.

This situation however, he was certain, was reason enough to forget the damn etiquette of a well behaved air conditioner specialist. As far as he was concerned it was Harley's fault he'd run into her. Well, Mostly. Maybe he should have been watching where he was going a little more. Not that he saw any need to admit it. Harley, for her part, looked almost offended as she regarded him. The striking violet of her gaze met the blue of his own as she insisted that it had been a low blow and that maybe he was just abnormally tall. Sly could hardly prevent the scoff that left his lips then. Her hand was still nestled within his own. The warlock hardly realising he still held it firmly within his grasp as he regarded her. Whatever words he might have offered were abruptly cut off by her assurance that maybe he wasn't so abnormally tall as he was afflicted by blind panic when he'd collided with her. Hey! That was.....only sort of true. Sly, in that moment, was merely content to huff softly in response before the realisation he was still holding her hand seemed to strike him. Sly was quick to release his hold upon the warmth of her fingers, his arms folding across his chest in some sort of defiance- though agianst what even he was no longer sure as the both of them continued to stare at one another in a silent, unspoken battle for several more seconds. At least until Harley chose to inform him he'd lasted longer then she thought he would. Was she trying to be....complimentary?

Sly allowed one eye to raise once more and yet whether or not Harley had been attempting to compliment him was lost beneath the sudden sound of footsteps echoing up one of the hallways. How far away that person was seemed impossible to tell, not when that sound echoed so much, making it same as if it came from several directions at once. The almost amused look on Harley's features shifted into a frown, the young Were Woman seemed to contemplate which way she wanted to go- before Sly lifted one hand to gesture to the path he had come from. That way, he knew, led to nothing helpful. He'd reached the very end where that set of double doors had been and that ghost had sprung. Harley's insistence that they keep moving in the opposite direction at least seemed a sensible enough suggestion that Sly found himself willing to follow it as he fell into step beside her. Maybe she knew what was down this hall? Maybe it was a fucking elevator. Harley's query on what had made him run like that earlier prompted a shrug of his own shoulders, his arm brushing agianst her own with the gesture.

"Well I wasn't hanging around to see what that other person was screaming about and then, like I said, I found these elaborate looking double doors, different from the rest. I tried to go through them but this ghost appeared and told me not to."

This story, Sly was beginning to realise, was only beginning to sound more and more ridiculous. His head shook softly as Harley scoffed. The sarcasm in her voice was distinctly thick as she asked whether the Ghost's name had been Casper and whether or not he'd been touched by it. Sly's own gaze narrowed once more as he eyed his companion.

"No. I didn't ask him his name. He was pretty fucking good looking for a dead man though, I'll give him that. He was French. Had a really thick accent. He disappeared into thin air after telling me not to go through the doors. He's probably lurking around here too. As for where he touched me I can't tell you without a couch to lie on and a doll to point at. The trauma is too deep."

His blue gaze glanced sideways once more, the vaguest hint of amusement tugging at his features again as Harley tried to stifle her own laughter. Hmm. Finally someone who appreciated sarcasm. How unfortunate they were probably going to die. Sly's query as to whether or not the footsteps following them might actually be someone helpful was all but brushed off by his companion. Harley,for her part, seemed to believe that no one in this place was helpful as she insisted they keep moving. Those walls all looked the same, every door they passed was equally as bland. Every turn and corridor looked identical. Harley had a plan here, right? Sly pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind. The warlock, for now, content to simply keep moving as Harley instructed. At least until they reached a veritable dead end with nothing save a single,heavy door in front of them. A single cuss word left Harley's lips. This was hardly positive. Was this really how he was going to die? Maybe they could at least paint his name on the wall with an arrow leading to the exit. At least he wouldn't die in vain. Harley, for her part, seemed to find his last will nothing short of amusing as that ready laughter parted her lips once more. The sound alone managed to coax a simper to his own before she suddenly insisted he needed to trust her.

"Trust you? Isn't that what i've been doing for the past fifteen minutes?"

Harley was suddenly moving once more as Sly hurried to fall into step beside her again, the woman striding towards that heavy door at the end of the hallway. These ones, unusually, were made out of wood. Fucking thick wood by the looks of them. Was this really the exit? Harley reached into her pocket only to pull out a keycard, the kind used to open the constantly sealed doors in this nightmare realm. She waved her card over the pad only for a heavy lock to undo. Why was this door so much more.....well locked then all the others? Harley lent agianst the heavy door, pushing it open. The room that laid within was entirely dark, Sly's gaze was hardly able to make out anything within it. This didn't look like the way he'd come. Harley's sudden insistence to stay in here for a bit was met with a distinct look of disdain.

"Stay in there? I can't even see what the hell is in it. I'm not- hey!"

Harley's hands hurriedly pushed agianst him, all but urging him through that door only to swing it closed behind him. Sly, in that moment, left in utter darkness.

"Harley? Harley!?"

His words were little more than furious whispers. Harley, for her part, seemingly content to ignore him as her voice suddenly rose. She was speaking to someone outside. The faint crack of light that seeped under the door allowed a hint of the voices outside to echo through. The warlock was hardly fool enough to speak now. Sly moved to lean away from the door, his foot scuffing softly agianst the ground as he did. Was there a light switch in here? Then again, Harley had said not to touch anything. Sly stepped further into that room, his feet feeling his way through the dark as he did in some effort to move further away from that door to prevent some vampire smelling him through it. At least until his knee connected with something solid. Fuck. Sly's teeth bit agianst his bottom lip in an effort to prevent himself shouting. Was that a chair? A table? The warlock's hand's rose smoothly, brushing over one another, that very act seeming to prompt a spark to flare to life between them before that fire rapidly ignited- only to take shape. His near signature Swift Fox formed easily from the flames only to leap from his hands and down onto the floor below. The light that illuminated from it cast a ready glow on the space around them. The little fo shook, the very act casting several embers and sparks upward before it began to trot forward, keen to explore that room as Sly fell into step behind it.

"Don't go too far from me. I can't see without you."

The creature turned to eye him in clear understanding before trotting several steps forward, pausing to sniff at the leg of....some sort of......weird.....rack.....table? What was that? Sly's gaze roved over that contraption almost curiously before glancing back toward the door on the far side of the room and the faint gap of light beneath. Harley was still there right? She hadn't left him had she? Sly's hand reached out to brush over that rack in contemplation once more. Maybe it was some sort of....half finished bench? This did feel like a workroom of some kind. Woodwork maybe? His little fox leapt away from that bench then only to prance further into that room as Sly hurried to follow it. It paused again beside another table, standing up on its hind legs momentarily only to suddenly leap up and onto it.

"Hey! Don't touch anything."

That whisper was near furious once more before Sly glanced downward and onto that table top, the light from that flaming fox illuminated what appeared to be an entire table fool of...tools? Was that a knife? This was an odd woodworking room. How much longer was Harley going to be? His little fox whirled suddenly, the creature bristling as it spun to face the darkness, prompting Sly to nearly crash into that table as he spun in turn to peer into the gloom. Something....blue was coming through the darkness. Blue and....glowing. Sly felt his own eyes raise in surprise as that blue glow came closer and closer. Another fox. This one was far larger than his own, a Red Fox and yet made entirely from....blue flames. Maybe this was what insanity looked like? His own little creation suddenly seemed delighted as it leapt from the bench, racing forward to greet the other flaming creature. The blue fox, for several moments, content to simply stare at the warlock before abruptly bowing down in play. Both foxes suddenly seemed content to race around that room in playful delight.

"Guys....hey....don't burn anything."

That blue fox leapt upward suddenly, launching itself over what looked almost suspiciously like a guillotine (surely it wasn't) before racing across the room to disappear around some sort of...alcove. Sly crossed that space almost suspiciously, the warlock carefully not to crash into anything before peering around the corner, that blue fox had seated itself neatly outside what appeared to be...another door. Did this lead outside? Sly glanced back toward the double door across the room, Harley was still there, hopefully convincing whoever it was to leave. Sly's gaze returned to the second door, that blue fox having disappeared entirely, leaving only his own Swift Fox and himself. His little creation appeared equally as perplexed as to where his new friend had gone.

"Well don't look at me, I don't know where it went."

Maybe Harley would know where this door led. She was alive still wasn't she?

sly.