Okay but the kissing was keeping Harley from grinning the way she suddenly wanted to. What a tragedy.

Oh well, maybe she could convey something cheerfully smug in the way she kissed him back. The mirrored fervor was certainly communicating a thing or two about how much she appreciated having hands on her.

... Oh right, hands. Scratching at the back of his neck seemed to have worked downstairs. Doing it again right now definitely counted as good communication.