His eyes widen and he looks up at her when he ends up pinned to the couch. Malcolm isn't really scared of her, even though he knows she can kick his ass.

He takes a long drink of his whiskey when Harley sits down next to him, then gently reaches for one of her hands.

"No," Malcolm says quietly. "I don't want you to have to stick to a script. Just... don't insult her and don't talk about any obvious criminal activity. We'll be fine."

He's realizing that he doesn't want to turn this into a dog and pony show. Harley is who she is and he loves her for that. Either his mother will accept it or she won't.