[ Harley can't help but pull a face when he calls her kind. For a profiler, he's a lousy judge of character. Whatever she did to trick him into having a good opinion of her, she hopes she can keep it up.

A lascivious grin starts to spread over her face as Malcolm's hand moves under her clothes, but it freezes into a grimace before he gets too far. Harley pulls away from him and sits up. ]

As much as us high-end call girls-- [ Yeah, he's not living that one down for a minute. ] -- like to get straight to business, I did spend seven hours on a bus.

[ She stands up and strips as she heads for the luxury bathroom, leaving a trail of clothes in her wake. ] Come join me?