She gave him a smug little smirk as she sat down in her chair and scooted it forward. Harley jingled when she moved, her jewelry and the dress tinking against each other. She got a kick out of making men do things for her. However, it was her downfall. One man could be sweet to her and she'd follow him to hell.
"Hiya, Moriarty." She wiggled her fingers at him. "Thanks for havin' me." She then leaned onto the table, "Is that your whole name? You can tell me what it really is, I'll be your secret squirrel."