If anyone can handle two wild hyenas, he figures that it's Harley. All the same, he's glad that she's looking into pokémon instead.

"Is that a hint?" His mouth quirks into a half-smile. "All right. There's a poké mart not far from here, they have some sort of information terminal we could check." He stands up, brushes out the crease in his suit jacket, then grabs his coffee. Why not, right? It'll be his good deed for the day.