He could hear her heart pick up just a little, thanks to the fact that he had better senses than she did. While they were nowhere near as good as a wolf's, there was still a side of Harley that was part bird, and right now, the riflebird in him was all aflutter. It was in his nature to want to give a girl a bunch of attention and to have that returned, even just a little, spoke volumes. In short? Harley was pleased as all hell, and that wasn't going to change any time soon. He had a pretty girl in his arms, one he hadn't seen in a while and who seemed to be quite happy to see him, why shouldn't he be happy about that?
Harley didn't care if they were in public; it was a slow day at Lenore's and there wasn't much he had to do. He'd get back to shelving books later and if anyone asked, he'd say he was helping a customer. And he was. Kind of. Just not with books. "I'm perfect," he said, liking the fact that she'd whispered to him, knowing how rare that was. He leaned his head down a little so his head was closer to hers, "Did you want to find a place to sit maybe? Or explore the bookstore a little?" He wouldn't be opposed to finding somewhere where they could talk. So he could talk and she could write, anyway.