A few more blinks, and the daze wore off enough for a laugh to bubble through, tugging Harley's lips into something elated along with it. "Jesus Christ, baby, what are we? Sixteen? Fifteen and three quarters?" she asked, amused, looking at him now. Still a little breathless in her afterglow. "Feels like I end up comin' in my undies more often than I do on your dick!"

Factually incorrect, but let her have her fun.