[Harley Quinn? Jesus. Of course she would be Jeff's pick; she didn't seem the type to run away from a bad date. Unless the date was literally murdering her, and Rincewind wasn't on that level. Good choice. Now he wonders what shit went down past "but why would I put a thin sleeve of anything on my penis?" God help him.]

Course. She seems—yeah, a good time. Fun. [A+ rocking hot bod. Tough as nails, too, to deal with Crane often. He wonders if Rincewind is aware of that connection. He doesn't verbalize his worry though, eyes settling on the bottomless chest.] What coulda gone better, you think? If you go on another date...we can talk it out. Make things smoother next time around.

[His elbow slides a little further down the frame. A little further in the room. Invasions are slow in hopes of being permitted.]