"Well? What do you think?"

The old woman's features frowned, her wrinkles seeming to combine in a way that had always made Sly believe his Grandmother might actually be melting. A notion that had amused him ever since he was a boy. A soft snort left her nose. "Where are you going dressed like that?" Sly's features shifted into a frown then, the warlock glancing down at his dark coloured collared, buttoned shirt and the only pair of jeans he owned that didn't have several holes in them. Maybe it wasn't exactly the fanciest outfit around but it was better then what he'd been wearing the last time he'd seen Harley- and the time before that.

"I told you, Bunica. I'm going out to....tile a bathroom."

His grandmother's eyes narrowed. Even despite her age her gaze remained a piercing, discerning blue. As bright as they had ever been. Sly shifted ever so slightly, one hand lifting to run through his tousled blond locks. "Ah, my grandson tells me lies. When have you ever worn your nice shirt to work before, eh? Is it a woman?" His grandmother had eternally been far more...fascinated by his relationships then Sly was certain she should be. He moved to step around her then, crossing that small, cluttered apartment to fetch his wallet and keys from the table where he'd left them.

"Yes, It's a woman but that has....nothing to do with it."
"When are you bringing her home?"

It was Sly's turn to snort, the warlock gesturing at that dingy, tiny apartment that was all but drowning beneath Bunica's tarot cards and crystal balls and all assortments of crystals she was assured possessed various powers he was yet to see any evidence of. As if on cue the living room floor began to shudder. A result of the laundromat downstairs. When any more than two dryers were turned on at once the entire apartment seemed to vibrate. Yes. This was exactly the sort of place he wanted to bring Harley.

"I'm not bringing her home."
"are you embarrassed by your grandmother?"
"No, but i'm embarrassed by the amount of times people have come to tell me you keep hitting them with your walking stick. You seriously need to cut that out."

His Grandmothers laughter filled the room then as his own eyes rolled. His insistence he wouldn't be back till later was met with Bunica's assurance she hoped he wouldn't be back until tomorrow morning- that, after all, meant at least he'd been good at the 'tiling'. Sly's head shook as he closed the front door behind him, the faintest of simpers tugging at his lips. For all they argued he could hardly deny how....fond he was of his Grandmother. Sly's boots scuffed lightly at the floor as he made his way downstairs and through the laundromat beneath. His progress out to his work van momentarily slowed by Mrs Driscoll's need for assistance in reaching the fabric softener on the highest shelf. Sly was nothing if not distinctly well known to those frequent laundromat customers. One hand reached to press agianst the glass door,Sly stepping out onto the street and into the evening air. The breeze was almost warm,the night more pleasant then he'd anticipated it might be. Sly withdrew the keys from his pocket, his finger hitting the button to unlock the door to the work van before he settled himself within the driver's seat. A momentary glance at the dashboard clock assuring him he still had time to get that promised dinner. The drive to that takeout place was, thankfully, decidedly short. Sly having had the foresight to order in advance. Pizza might not have been as...incredible as that metal Harleyhad cooked last time and yet it was, the Romanin was certain- a safe bet. After all, who didn't like pizza? It was that activity he had planned for later on that was, perhaps, far more of a gamble.

It was less than fifteen minutes later that Sly easily parked that van outside Harley's building, the warlock making his way up to her apartment. The first hints of...nervousness beginning to tug at him. Dating wasn't exactly something he did a lot off.Those few dates he had been on hadn't exactly lasted long either. There was every chance this would hardly go well and yet he found he....liked her sarcasm. She was bright, intelligent and undeniably...attractive. The sound of another apartment door opening momentarily prompted the blond to glance upward as a brunette fellow Sly could only assume was Harley's neighbor who stepped out of his front door. The warlock's head dipped in a polite nod, Sly hardly oblivious to how very....good looking that fellow was. Hmm. Maybe he'd ask Harleywho that was later. That thought had no sooner crossed his mind then the neighbor abruptly seemed to pause, his silver gaze shifting to meet Sly's own.
"You are here to see Harley then, oui?"

Sly felt one eye raise. The man's distinctly French accent seemed almost...familiar and yet he could hardly place it.

"Yeah, I'm here to do some work on her bathroom."

The Frenchman's lip quirked upward as if he found something amusing, his head nodding toward the pizza box in Sly's hand.

"With pizza? I should be fascinated to see how one uses pizza to work in a bathroom"

Sly frowned.

"Sorry, who are you?"
"I am Harley's neighbor. We are, how you say, very good....friends. Though I think I must be going. I am late for a meeting with Spain and Portugal"
"Umm, alright."
"It is Sylvester, non?"
"Yeah- have we met?"
"No. Tell me, are you afraid of ghosts, Mon Amie?"
"I...what?"
"I am taking the ghost with me to Spain tonight, you should not be interrupted, oui."
"Sure...see ya, mate."

What a weird dude. Sly's head shook slightly, the warlock frowning all the same as his hand reached upward to knock on Harley's door. The stunning, raven-haired woman answered a moment later. Sly was quick to shift that frown to a grin, the warlock holding out that pizza.

"Dinner, as promised. Oh, I also brought this."

Sly moved to hand Harley those pizza boxes only to reach into his back pocket, the man fishing out a small bag only to pass it to her.

"I know a witch who says those herbs will ward off any generic ghost. She said just to hang them in your kitchen or living room. I have no idea if it works but it's worth a try."

The Romanian moved to step inside Harley's apartment, his blue gaze lightly roving over that space once more before shifting to meet Harley's own.

"I was thinking maybe we'd go out first, then I can come back and fix your tiles, if that works? Oh and hey, what's with your neighbor by the way?"

sly.