Crowley blinked not once, not twice, but three times before answering Elle. He was not, by any definition of the word, a pervert. Though he had been to the zoo. So whoever this costumed woman was, she was half right. Though whether or not he knew her remained to be seen.
"No," he replied to his companion in destruction.
Then he thought on it more. Perhaps he did know her. He knew only of one person from the zoo. The girl who had thought he was a joke, the one who had originally asked if he needed a sidekick, the one who had intrigued him by her gymnastic ability. Was that her? If so, she had no business calling him a pervert when she was dressed like some sort of skanky clown.
"Harley Quinn?" He asked remembering vaguely the name she had given him, then snorted in amusement. Harley Quinn... harlequin. Oh that was rich.