Harley blushed, the red tint on his bronze skin hardly lasting more than a second. "Because, I like you, I mean, a lot. Not too much! But enough, because, you know, you're uhh, ya know.." Harley then trailed off quietly, not really able to form anything resembling a sentence. "And good hair, too." He said as he regained his basic speech abilities. He looked over the girl, almost to make sure she was pretty, after all, while that demon hung around, anything with boobs was 'pretty'. He sheathed the swords. He chewed his bottom lip, looking at the bench, doing all he could not to look at Hazel, for fear of blushing, she was so close to him, he felt as if he might melt. "Did you know this was invented by a group of Assassins? They set it here so that it was as inconspicuous as possible, it's got protection from scrying and invisibility spells." He half-lied, he didn't know if there were assassins, but he did know about the enchantments. He looked over at her and blushed immediately turned to the table. "It's like, humid out here or something." He managed, albeit nervously and awkwardly.