"Maybe I will get you to immortalize my mallet, when I am ready to stop wielding it." Harley promises. She leans in, on tip-toes, to press a chaste kiss to his forehead. (More to see if she can make him blush like an awkward teenager at the same time).

"He knows he is adorable. That is why I hang out with him."

"It is one of the top qualifiers for friends." She winks.