"Nah." Harley's tone is definitive, still taking in the sight. "Any darker and it'd start edging into menacing. And you're not menacing, handsome honey; you're inviting and witty and charming and fun. So you should have a place that looks fun, too."

She stretches out a hand along the back of the seats, and slides her fingers through his hair. "No, I think Mana got it just right. You think it's got secret passages? It's got to have secret passages, right? And we're definitely banging on your throne, right?"

This time, when Harley looks at him, her eyebrows waggle comically.