His entire posture stiffens when she loops her arm through his. He breathes in, then out again through his nose, "Harley?" His tone is quiet. Polite. He doesn't quite look at her. "Let's not with the touching. Okay? It's not personal."

He glances again at the pamphlet. "Was it a building with a red roof and a round poké ball on it? Then yes, probably."