"No, it comes off easy peasy. It's like...I dunno, battery covers. Here."

It's what's under it he doesn't want a big deal made out of. Jack takes one of Harley's hands and brings it to the latch at his chin.

"See, right here there's a little bit you press..." He guides her finger over it, slowly, letting her feel what's going on. "And then the latch pops right up. No fancy tricks or anything."

And the bits it latches into are embedded into his face, nothing sticking out to catch or snag on anything like the clasps on the mask itself.

"You uh...wanna do it? Take it off for me, I mean. Sometimes that just works out better all around." And Jack feels less like he's exposing himself to someone, and she can go at her own pace.