"You don't," Harley said, a little subdued but sincere. And wasn't that kind of related to what had kicked up all this hyena trouble, anyway? Harley bit off the end of the Twizzler to buy a few seconds of time with chewing.

And then she muttered, "I wasn't tryin' to be a creep or a dick to you, either. Or, even sound like one. Didn't know I was doin' that."

And she'd cooled down enough to at least not argue about it anymore.

"I'll... do better. 'Cause I like you."