Really, he is proud of Harley. He has never known a Harley of his very own and he feels as if he has been robbed, but still there is this Harlequinne who seems desperate to please him and he supposes that he can smother Jonah enough to hollow out his own place in the world. Somehow he recognizes the fight that comes out in Harley's hands and arms and claws and smiles, and he lets out a hearty "WHOOP" when he watches her overtake that puny blonde skank.
Of course, it's no fair when the knife is wrenched from her hands right in front of him. He groans and rolls his eyes because Harley does not have enough perspective to see how much better it would have been if the knife had driven home and the little girl had been scared into a vacant part of the skull that held her tainted brain.
Then night begins to fall and it is only so long that he can told on tight before the exhaustion is leaking into his muscles and joints and the next memory is threatening to swallow him whole.