He really, really wasn't wrong there. Of course, Harley still sort of mourned the lack of touching, because she could do that even when she'd just made big noise about exactly why they should avoid it, and you couldn't stop her!

But she got him out of his pants and his boxer briefs in something close to record time. And then she straightened up and -- gazed upon him, with open admiration laced with want. "Damn," she said, "doesn't get old."