Harley obliged him by tilting her head the other way, giving him more room on that side just like she had on the other side, too.

Her noises and general happy restlessness were the most obvious feedback she was giving him, but with the way the front of her onesie had fallen open, it wasn't exactly difficult to tell he was having other effects, too: her nipples were getting to be points against his chest. And that was before Harley gave in to the urge to steal one of her hands away from him so she could slide it over her breast instead, for a little squeeze and a fondle.