That show of fire and ash had, seemingly, inspired the young woman's curiosity as she rose from the bench in the wake of that performance. Harley was content to query whether or not the monsters from that tale were actually real. A question Sly had considered himself more than once. Now one had ever survived a Pricoli attack- at least so the story said and yet by that very admission no one could confirm whether or not they were truly real. It was unlikely and yet- didn't all stories have some element of truth? Perhaps the element of truth to that tale was merely the abundance of vampire and Werewolf populations of Romania. Sly offered that very consideration then only for Harley to muse aloud whether or not Romanian's had some sort of problem with other species. A faints imper tugged at Sly's lips once more, the blond's head shaking softly.

"Nah, at least, the Romanian people don't have a problem. It's more a matter of circumstance. There are so many Werewolf packs that other Were species were just forced out, the high vampire population means Fae sure as hell don't come around. The government has kind of a problem with witches and warlocks and the Hunter Council lost any real control in the country centuries ago. Romania is run on vampire money- old vampire money."

Even the human government, Sly suspected, had truly little control, the warlock's head shaking lightly once more as if to dismiss the thought before turning his attention back to Harley once more. Those very tales, he suggested, were designed to keep children out of the woods. Some poorly guided attempt at instilling safety into those inclined to wander. That Harley had enjoyed that show, however, was perhaps all the warlock found himself inclined to care for. Her clear fascination with that tale seemed to prompt a ready relief within the man. It mattered what Harley thought. More than anyone else. A distinctly genuine grin finding his features in response to her admittance that she had enjoyed that performance. A true question, however, seemed to be why he spent his time fixing broken AC units and repairing tiles and working all other manner of odd jobs when he could be doing shows instead. Sly moved to lean back upon the bench, one hand lifting to run through his blond locks in a momentary consideration before lifting his shoulders in a loose shrug. It was....hard to make a living off those performances. People tended to give him change in exchange for the entertainment and change didn't get a man terribly far. At least- not far enough to pay rent or buy food for two people. If anything, those shows were simply something to do on a saturday night because he enjoyed them. That other people might was simply an added bonus. That they might enjoy it enough to give him a few dollars was merely an additional grant on top of that. A notion Harley seemed to understand as Sly moved to push himself up and off that bench.

Mihai readily took that opportunity to bound forward, the flaming familiar shifting into a comfortable feline form. A house cat. One content to press himself agianst Harley's legs, rubbing himself agianst them in a clear affection that prompted a teasing snort from the blond warlock, his eyes rolling at his familiar's display and Harley's insistence he seemed to like her.

"He's hoping you'll feed him."

A soft chuckle hummed within the Gypsy's throat as Harley crouched down, holding her fingers out- only for Mihai to throw himself agianst them with reckless abandon. Mihai really did seem to like the Were woman. More so than he normally cared to show. How very...odd. The Romanian oblivious to his soul's clear intent to twist around Harley's own in that moment as his blue gaze met her own once more as she queried why else he did those shows- since making money from them clearly wasn't working. That easy grin quickly found his features once more, his accented words holding a clear and teasing note as he insisted the real reason behind those performances was to get women. Hundreds of them. They couldn't keep their hands off him in the wake of those performances. Harley's eyes rolled readily, the dark-haired woman insisting she'd anticipated it to have been a passion project as Sly chuckled. The Gypsy moved to step forward then, one hand settling gently and yet confidently at her waist, his lips easily pressing to her own, stealing those further words from her. He'd been dying to do that all night. Her lips tasted exactly as he'd imagined. Harley readily seemed to return that kiss before Sly gently pulled backward. Only to insist this was the part where he normally went back to women's houses to fix their bathrooms. That very look of surprise on Harley's features was hardly missed, her hand pressing to his own chest, only to press backwards- Sly near stepping into the lamp post behind. Her gaze was almost fiery then as she eyed him, Harley insisting she wasn't sure what was worse, that he'd admitted it before he kissed her, or that while he kissed her he'd still been thinking about bathrooms. That hint of amusement readily tugged at his features once more. Harley was different to most other women- so he'd taken a different approach. Catching her off guard was a decidedly difficult task and yet one he'd almost taken as a challenge- and seemed to be succeeding at.

"Multi-tasking?"

That near sheepish response seemed to coax a huff from the woman before she abruptly lened forward, her lips finding his own again, Sly's own eyes lifting in surprise. Her kiss was far bolder then his own had been, lacking any hint of uncertainty and oh- how inclined he was to return it. Sly's hands easily found her waist again,drawing her closer, deepening that very kiss. That very want for more tugging at the back of his mind- only for Harley to pull abruptly away. Sly reluctantly releasing her as he blinked in surprise once more. Alright- maybe he had forgotten the bathroom. Harley seemed inclined to linger for several moments longer, her finger taping contemplatively at her lip. She could use a handy man she supposed. Her feminine figure pivoted neatly on the spot, the woman striding away from him as Sly frowned before pushing off that lamp post to follow after her, Mihai bounding in between them in clear delight as Harley turned to regard him once more. It was counter productive, she suggested, to show his hand so early. A soft chuckle rose within the warlock's throat, Sly moving to follow her out and onto the sidewalk- his arm effortlessly looping through her own. As if her hands, nestled in her pockets, were going to prevent him from drawing her nearer in some way.

"Harley..."

His gaze turned to meet her own as he fell into step beside her, one eye lifting in good nature once more as her gaze met his own.

"I'm literally a magician, if i'm showing you my hand it's because I want you to see it. It's also probably because I'm distracting you with it while I do something else."

His shoulders lifted in a loose shrug once more, another warm chuckle humming within his throat as they headed down that sidewalk. Just what that sleight of hand he claimed to be performing was so remained to be seen as they made their way back toward Harley's apartment. That night air was cool, refreshing even and perfect for that short and easy stroll. Mihai, seemingly delighted with life itself, was content to race ahead of them. His flaming features a beacon in the dim light before they reached Harley's front door- Sly easily releasing her arm to allow her to unlock it before they both stepped inside once more- the Romanian softly closing the door behind him before gesturing for Harley to lead the way to the bathroom. Sly fully intended to keep his promise and repair her....sword-based handiwork. The gypsy paused for a moment, eyeing that work to be done before crouching down to reach for those work supplies he'd left stashed within the shower. It was ebay to pluck a singular new tile from the pile, that glue applied to the back before he pressed it neatly and firmly into the correct position on the wall. Seemingly satisfied with that work, the man easily bent to select another tile, his free hand reaching to smooth out the grout on the wall. That second tile was easily pressed neatly into place beside the first- a singular finger remaining on it- as if holding it in place. His blue gaze shifted toward Harley then.
"So I was thinking that maybe you might want to do something this weekend...."

His gaze met Harley's own then. The Gypsy so clearly inclined to seek a second date. Sly nothing if not bold in his endeavors as he regarded the woman. Harley seemed to consider that very proposal.

"Of course, if you don't want to, that's fine. It's your choice...."

How readily that near teasing simper seemed to find the warlock's features once more, the singular finger resting on the tile abruptly drawing downward- taking the tile with it, dragging it through that grout into entirely the wrong position. That tile now resting at a bizarre angle in a position it clearly did not belong.

"...your bathroom might suffer the consequences though."

One eye rose, that implication surely clear. Her very bathroom was at stake once more. And she had believed he'd already played his hand....

sly.