Mark shot a look back. Thanks for the help, asshole. Now Harley was all over him. He continued rubbing her back, throwing in a couple of "there, there's," when he noticed the restaurant was still staring and Harley kept getting louder.
"Harley, you still have ice cream left. And whatever the hell you're doing with The Riddler. That should cheer you up, hm?" It probably wouldn't, but it was worth a shot.