Harley's fully human again; so there's no reason for her brain to short-circuit quite the way it does. One second she's contemplating the pair of them on some big, golden throne, and her in a crown and not much else, and the next her mouth is on his, pressed close and hard, and whatever happened in between is just gone.

"You," she finally manages, breathless and flushed, "On a throne? In a freaking castle? As a king? Jack you'd never get me out of your lap again-" Her hands catch either side of his face, and she kisses him again, mouth open and panting against his lips.