It was rare that Harley left anything unsaid, but in this moment she didn't say anything about what some of her other tattoos may have communicated about who she was.

"Uh huh," she said instead, gaze drawn back up to his face. "You're catching up! Especially to the fact that I'm a catch to bring to bed with you."

And yes, of course she was going to get distracted for just a beat, then add, "Or a wall. Kitchen table? A nice secluded back alley somewhere..."