"Oh, I of all people know that doesn't mean shit for focus," Harley replied, with a little snort. Still, she stole a quick kiss, then pushed herself a little more upright, sitting up to straddle him. That a lot of her weight landed squarely onto his hips was no accident.

"Right, what're we gonna do with you...?"

The big thinky face made it a rhetorical question.