[just a friendly visit. Casual chat. Right. Okay. That sets off about a million alarms because it's Rincewind, so of course it does, but he only frowns lightly and folds his arms - waiting for the inevitable second shoe to drop.

It's coming. He know it's coming. Being told there's no trouble or responsibilities to be had is too suspiciously reassuring.

- Ah, and there it is.]

Jeff told you, did he? [the wizard arches a brow then glances away just in time to making 'shooing' noises at the Luggage when it starts jumping on his bed. The chest settles again, reluctantly.] It was... it was nice. I mean, some things could have gone better -

[he wished he'd known what 'burlesque' meant, for a start, and a certain demon could have stayed at home.]

- but I like her. She's nice. A good time, really. [Rincewind slowly makes eye contact again.] Harley Quinn? Have you met her?