One did not approach him without expecting a few barbs but if he was lucky enough, there was a bit of a soft underbelly down there somewhere. Not that he'd touched said belly to know it was soft but he'd stolen a few glances through those thin shirts and made assumptions. The good doctor was ever polite and smart to stay on Negan's good side, if there ever could be one. Though Harley knew Negan wasn't dumb enough to do anything to a doctor, especially not when those in that profession were in such short supply.
Perhaps that was why Harley felt like pushing the boundaries just a little with the guy. Because what really would Negan do? Although Harley wondered if the man would be upset at all. It wasn't like he had the moral high ground, being the man with six wives. Negan was a man who enjoyed life's pleasures. How could he begrudge Harley for doing the same? And Adam sure was a pleasure to see. If only Harley could get a better grip on him. Not literally though he would take a good ass grab if he thought Adam wouldn't give him a solid black eye for trying.
The slow grin on Adam's face lit a fire in his stomach and he intentionally slowed his walk, hoping that he didn't look too eager. Nothing worse than seeming desperate, no matter how true it was. He gave a little smile of his own as the doctor pulled out two little booze bottles, like the ones he would get in first-class on a plane. Not the best in the world but good enough to get a right lovely buzz.
"Looks like you delivered on that, lucky you," Harley smirked as he came up and stopped. He reached one hand out to twist the bottles, seeing the brand and alcohol percentage. "Too bad you couldn't find the whole bottle. This'll barely get me going. Still," he dropped his hand and gave a coy shrug. "Guess I'll let you off easy this time."