"Really?" Krennic said, not really interested in where this conversation is going, because he only cares about one thing: getting back to his own celebration party and stop Tarkin from stealing his spotlight because clearly, the Death Star was his achievement, not the old man's. "That's interesting. I used to date a scientist. Well, not really dating, but something like that. That's irrelevant though." A slight pause, and he took her in. Really took her in. "Why did you date a clown? You're pretty enough for something better."

Perhaps there is a little flirting in there, but you may never know for sure. After all, Krennic still isn't really over his nocturnal carousing days. And celebrations? Well...it mostly means hooking up with someone, because he desperately needed to forget someone else. "Different worlds and universes? Really? What the kriff. I really do need to get back to my own party. My boss will be hogging the spotlight if I'm stuck here. After all, our weapons test was successful." then he paused for a moment, realising that he'd divulged what should have been classified information. But if this was really a meeting place of worlds, then it doesn't matter. "That's classified information, but I don't suppose it matters here."

There is another pause as Krennic veered off towards the nearest table and dumped all his candies there, snagging one chocolate bar and an interesting-looking candy when he thinks Harley isn't looking. "What kind of interesting stuff?" he went back to her. "Then I think we could dispense with the tricks. I've had enough weird stuff for a day."