Where the fuck was he? What had happened? Why was he on the ground? He'd been standing over there hadn't he? Those questions all but crowded within the warlock's mind, his thoughts a collision that seemed to struggle desperately for several moments to sort themselves out before those memories came rushing back in a thick, steady stream. That bar, that vampire, the ghost, the running, the pit, the fire....all of it. Sly inhaled near abruptly. That lack of pain that came with that breath prompted a glimpse of surprise to his features. His chest had hurt before. Hell, every breath had been....murderous. The warlock's tongue brushed agianst his lips. His mouth, mercifully, free of the taste of blood that had tainted it before. His side equally seemed to lack the sharp, stinging pain that had plagued his every step. He'd been certain something was wrong. More than wrong even. He'd been almost certain he was dying and yet somehow he'd ended up on the ground- feeling better then he had when he'd gotten up this morning. Sly's blue gaze blinked in clear confusion as he righted the hat atop his head. His eyes near readily met the vibrant violet of the dark haired woman who had helped him escape that hell hole. Had she.....healed him? She was a Were though. Were's rarely possessed healing capabilities. Their bodies healed naturally after all. She obviously hadn't taken him to hospital. How had she done it? Did he possess some ability he didn't know about?

Harley's sudden, soft insistence that he take it easy prompted another soft breath from the warlock's lips. His chest, just as before, mercifully clear as one hand lifted to run through his hair beneath his hat. His query on whether or not he was, in fact, dead and in just a really shitty version of heaven seemed to prompt a sudden grin to the young woman's lips. Hmm. She was still cute. Maybe heaven wasn't going to be all that bad if she was here. Harley's insistence that he didn't look dead however prompted another frown to his features as Sly's head shook softly in an effort to clear it all the more. Alright. Not dead. He had, however, apparently fainted. Wonderful. Marvellous. An almost disappointed sigh huffed softly from his lips in response. Sly regarding the young woman once more as a faint simper tugged at his own features.

"Maybe I'm just a feminist who wanted to let you take all the glory. Although, I- "

That simper faded, if only to be replaced by a clear look of confusion once more, the warlock glancing momentarily around. There was nothing and no one here. It didn't make any sense. How had she healed him? With what had she healed him? That query of how he felt seemed to interrupt his thoughts.

"Hmm? Oh, I feel fine. Great actually. Better than I did when I got up this morning. I don't know how you did it though. I've never seen healing....this good."

He was hardly doubting her ability so much as...marvelling in it. She really was talented and yet- he'd felt her power down within that pit. He'd felt it's levels when she warped that metal. His species, after all, was distinctly sensitive to the powers of others- or at least, the levels of power they possessed. Harley was....a rare breed. Metal manipulation boarded on elemental skill. Abilities rarely possessed by those species not a witch or warlock. It was a higher grade power and with healing on top of it? Maybe she was more talented than even she realised. Those very thoughts, however, so hardly passed the warlock's lips as Harley held out her hand and Sly reached forward to take it, his fingers entwining neatly with her own as she helped him to his feet. Maybe he felt amazing- but if he looked anything like Harley did he was going to need a shower. Dirt and grime and sand and.....something wet still clung to his back. Harley, in turn, looked equally haphazard. The young woman's insistence that he'd fought 'kinda well' for a warlock coaxed a sudden, soft snort from the man's nose.

"Kinda well? If I hadn't flamed that vampire at the end he would have pulled us both back down."

Had Harley not been borderline carrying him she might have made a greater escape and yet Sly saw little need to add that interjection.

"Even if you did help save us though....I'm not going back in there to fix that air con. You can tell your boss or whoever that I'm still charging them though. For my....time. Also I'm pretty sure I'm going to have to blacklist this place as a 'do not serve' in our customer files. Just....with the pit of death and all."
One eye rose ever so slightly, the warlock very near daring Harley to argue with that assessment. Sly, it seemed, still making every effort to do his job despite his distinctly recent recovery from the brink of death. That amusement, however, continued to linger upon his features. This had been a hell of a night. In every way. He'd never thought he was going to have to blacklist a place for having a pit of death. His boss was never going to believe him. A sudden flicker of flame agianst the warlock's shoulder abruptly took shape. Mihai, taking on the form of a mouse, was quick to appear once more as Sly turned his head to near affectionately eye the creature.

"I wondered where you went."

The little mouse proceeded to leap upward, scrambling atop Sly's head to simply sit before beginning to wash its paws and wipe its face in a near subtle indication of Sly's own desire to find the nearest shower- and burn the clothes he was wearing. His attention, however, was quick to return to Harley. Why on earth would a girl like that be....working at a place like this? Vampires were never good news, or at least, very few of them ever were. Harley hadn't exactly been forthcoming about her situation and yet it was clear enough that even despite what had happened tonight- Sly was almost certain she was going to come back here. Whether that was a choice however, remained to be seen.

"I don't know what's going on with you and this place but if you get the opportunity you should probably walk away from it. Thanks though, for everything you did today. I'd probably have died if you hadn't done....whatever you did to fix me. Do you want a lift somewhere?"

Sly shifted to gesture back towards his work van. She had saved him from dying. She least he could do was offer her a lift right?

sly.