"You look good anywhere," Harley felt compelled to say, "but with proper, bright TV lights --"

And then she turned her attention from the TV and the middle distance of her inner thoughts towards him - and blinked like she was seeing him properly for the first time that afternoon. Including finally taking in his arm on the back of the couch, and how cozily close to her that put him.

"Oh," she murmured, suddenly smitten. "Hi."