"Maybe I just want to make sure you get it by taking it aside myself," he teases, taking her hand in his and giving it a squeeze. He releases it a moment later to take the fold the fabric up and tuck it into one of the bins under the table they're standing at.

"Besides, it's my fabric, I'm always allowed to tell someone 'no' if they try to snake it out from under anyone. And I want you to have it - if you want it that is." He grins and throws in an additional wink as he meets Harley's gaze. "If not, I'll have to find something else even more appropriate for you."