When Harley leans back against him, Klaus lifts an arm to curl it loosely around the front of her, letting his forearm rest along her collar bones and curving his hand around her bicep. She's wearing a kind of low cut top and Klaus can't help the way that his gaze drifts across her chest and the shadowy valley between her breasts. He can't help but to appreciate fine art, okay?

He lifts his chin and takes a long sip from his glass, looking over at Obi-Wan at the question. They were having a perfectly lovely evening, but Harley didn't ruin anything by showing up. They're both glad for her company, he's sure. There will be other nights where he and Obi-Wan can sit around and quote poetry at each other. Lots of them, if Klaus has anything to say about it.

"We were being huge nerds, actually," Klaus says, pulling her closer and leaning down to stage whisper it near her ear, winking at Obi-Wan as he does. "It's a good thing you showed up to liven up the party."