"You belong to an organization that looks down sweet things. Man, I would hate that." Harley is a certain kind of special that from the sounds of things, his Empire might not want around. She sees the eggshells there. She knows how to walk carefully around them, while still enjoying her time.

His stash of candies disappear into her hat. And she smiles brightly.

Once they are settled into the booth, Harley kicks up her legs, and leans beside him, getting nice and comfortable. She orders a strawberry daiquiri from the waitress. And finds a large sucker from her stash of candy to lick, while they wait. Her entire act definitely supports his thoughts on why they needed privacy.

"It sounds like he needs to get laid."