Harley's eyes brightened when Diaval landed near her hand. She held back a squeal of delight, though it showed on her face, and she turned her attention to him. Quickly, the fingers of her free hand plunged into a pocket on her two-toned colored vest and she produced a piece of beef jerky still in the wrapper. "Dunno if ya tummy is empty, but here's a snack if ya want it." She flipped the morsel about some, flinging the plastic from the scrap of meat. The wrapper went back into her pocket, she hated litterbugs, and she offered the black bird the treat, holding it in her palm.
Her attention went back to Maleficent after a moment, "Magic? Like in fairytales?" Harley had no reason to suspect Maleficent was lying to her, why would the woman have a reason? Her gut was telling her it made sense. Maybe Harley had been too hard on reality. "Magic is real...huh....imagine that..." She breathed to herself. Her eyes had fallen for a moment as she talked to herself, but she came back to reality in an instant, returning her gaze to the woman. "You ain't a princess, are ya?" All of those fairytale stories had princesses and dragons and adventure. "Your home sounds lovely. Ain't nothing like that in Gotham where I'm from. It's more like this."
Then Harley considered the weight of Maleifcent's need to adjust. "If ya need anything just lemme know. I gotta lotta guys at my disposal that can getcha whateva ya need. You can find me at Arkham, it's where I'm living for now. The apartment this place gave me is too lonely. Arkham is fulla people, an screaming, but at least there's something ta do."