sly

Why did she look so confused too see him? This was the right night and the right address. He'd only just checked it. Was it because he was too early? Even by only ten minutes? Sly's features shifted into a ready frown of confusion as Harley only seemed to grow more surprised. The unusual pair, in that moment, left staring at one another in silent conflict for several long seconds before that very silence began to take on an awkwardness all of its own. Harley, it seemed, was hardly about to speak first. Sly instead made an effort to further explain his presence at her front door. Maybe she had somehow forgotten she'd invited him? Yet from the looks of that pot it looked like she'd been making dinner for, well, more than one person. Had she been planning to offer him dinner? That was....weird as well. Sly's head shook ever so slightly in an effort to remove those curious thoughts, the warlock instead referencing that very note she had slipped into his pocket the evening he had been unconscious in the carpark of Syn. The fact that she had written 'fix my shower' in quotation marks implied that, well, she desired more than merely a shower repair and yet that seemed an overly presumptuous assumption to make. Especially when he would hardly call himself an expert on the petite, femanine woman before him. Maybe she wrote like that often. Maybe it was some inner joke. Maybe she really did just want her shower fixed. Sly, for now, near cautiously content to assume the last. At least until Harley, her features still knotted in confusion, insisted her shower was not 'that spectacular'. Was she really worried that he was going to judge it? Was that her issue? Sly felt one eye raise ever so slightly, his blue gaze hardly wavering from the bright violet of his companions' own.