Harley's not too subtle innuendo would earn him a solid punch to the face. A solid, flaming punch to the face. It was up to him to dodge because Solanne would not slow her momentum down just for him. The nickname though at least gave her a chuckle. At least he was trying.

"Sure thing Junior. It's obvious but you're so cute when you try to be cool! Getting tired of my sis and want to try your hand at an older girl?"

Harley teleported to the other side of Solanne, evading the punch idly before continuing, "Solanne, you're so violent, bit of a turn-off." He smirked and drew a little heart with his tail in the air, "Besides, you know Hazel is my one and only." He thought for a moment. "Unless you've got plans for me?" He added with a grin.

"Me? Violent? Eh, I thought you were into violent chicks," Solanne replied with a shrug. "Ain't that the reason you're so lovestruck for our resident princess of destruction? Besides, I'm way out of your league Junior. Unless you're looking for a one night burning," she added with her own grin.

By now she was walking beside him along a path around the campsite. He had wanted to talk to her so she figured it was either some advice he wanted or something really stupid. She was betting on the latter.

"Anyway, is Solomon around?" Harley asked, glancing around for the giant chivalrous bastard. 

"Don't know. He hasn't shown himself much since our last mission. Probably out weightlifting some horses again." 

"Oh, well... when he gets back, wanna kill him?" Harley asked as if he was inviting her to tea.

"Not particularly," Solanne said. "If we did, the Word Weaver would probably get pissed at us. Did you really just drag me out here to ask about your killing fetish?"

"No, and it's not a fetish, I seem to have a fire fetish, though." He said in a contemplative manner. "And I just wanted some quality Solanne time, you're my second favorite, you know?" He grinned devilishly, poking her ribs with his tail.

"Is that so? Man you're so cheeky," Solanne replied, giving him a friendly punch to the shoulder. "But I'm afraid a bit of flattery isn't gonna work so easily for me. I'm like, what, five years older than you? Besides, wouldn't your flame princess get jealous seeing us together?"

At once she snatched his tail up with a vice grip, clencing it ever tightly. With her free hand she lit her index finger on fire and gingerly brought it close to the skin but didn't burn it outright. All of this, she did with a smirk.

"Unless that's your plan, y'know? Make her jealous of me?"

"Oh Atros, please don't!" Harley squeaked, holding his hands together in a prayer-like pose, giving Solanne big puppy eyes.

"Man you're so easy to tease. But sure, I'll let you go," the Crimson Hound said, slowly releasing her grip on Harley's tail. "Didn't think you of all people would be a sub."

"Sub, who you calling sub, old lady!?" Harley asked indignantly.

Solanne's answer to that particular quip was a crack of her knuckles, the air arround her spiking up in temperature. Her grin remained but it was obvious Harley was pushing her buttons.

"Hey now, I said I was only a few years older than you, y'know. And besides, you're totally a sub Junior. You practically let Spell Spitter walk all over you."

"Yeah...but that's cuz she's hot. Literally." Harley shrugged, not wanting to get roasted by Solanne, and decided instead to change the subject.  "So, how's Mari?" He asked with a polite grin

The Crimson Hound took a moment to ponder his words before sighing. The flames died down and she crossed her arms, giving the boy an amused look. Of course, she wouldn't leave him with too many broken bones and it was always easier to tease him more than anything else.

"You should probably look into a new fetish then," she suggested. "It seems like every fire girl wants to kill you. And that's probably better than invoking Marianne's wrath. She'd rather do...other things with your body."

She left what those things were to Harley's creative mindset.

Meanwhile, back in Hazel’s tent, the creeping Marianne practically giggled herself away as the other girl soon fell into a slumber. The dark mage had to bend lower to avoid getting hit on the head but it was worth it for her research to continue. At last, she sensed the other girl resting, heard her breathing slow to a crawl. Marianne quickly crawled out of her hiding spot and loomed over the other girl curiously.

For a moment or two, she took the time to stare at the other one who had claimed Solanne’s affection. Reaching out, she gently brushed her fingers across Hazel’s eye-lids and carefully opened them to reveal the sleeping iris. With a wide grin, she leaned over the bed and revealed a small, pink tongue from her mouth.

She was going to directly lick Hazel’s eye and study the following reactions.