"To each their own, Harley. You posses many skills which I do not."

Katsuya busies himself up front by refilling one of the refrigerated glass cases with baked goods and sweet confections while Harley and Peter talk, but he's got his head inclined to show he is still listening. And if the furrow between his brows is anything to go by, trying not to judge or get involved in his disapproval of leaving a criminal unsupervised.

"Yeah. I mean the name's not just for show." The nose down view of Spider-Man while he's sipping the shake definitely confirms that this is a kid, as if the body proportions couldn't already. Caucasian, kinda on the pale side. "Even in this heat they won't dissolve for another two hours or so. I've done a lot of testing on them lately."