He was either being deliberately obtuse or he was just messing with her. Harley wasn't fond of either scenario and she narrowed her eyes at the man. If there was a game to be played, it would be on her terms, not his.
"No, you wouldn't be able to see that, would you?" Disdain filled her voice and it was clear that she wasn't thrilled with him. Bored, even, but then he was asking the same questions she'd asked herself.
"I'm hardly her twin, but I could see how you'd think that. The similarities end at our appearance. As for who I am...Nikolai knows," she replied, dancing around the question. If he admitted to knowing her as Harley then he was obviously the Russian's alter.