"Simple?" he asks, jokingly. Nearly everything she's seen him wear thus far has been of good quality, but simply made, nothing ostentatious. He lifts a hand to rotate the ring around his finger until it has made a complete circle. He doesn't know it yet, but this will become one of his common fidgets, the same way he unknowingly toys with his earring.

"Do you work more with spells or scalpels?" She really is a little bit of everything. "I'm not going to be thrilled if you propose cutting me open, just so we're clear."

He frowns, feeling like he's done harm in even bringing it up. "They say that joys shared are doubled, but troubles shared are halved. Anyway, sometimes people tell each other about themselves because they care? It can't all be bad. Being a bard and a doctor aren't bad." Both things he had discovered quite on accident. "How about something easy to start. What's your name? Your full name, I mean. Are you hiding some atrocious middle name?" Is Harley Quinn your birth name, or something you came up with later? That's what he's really wondering, but he supposes she'll tell him as much as she'd like and nothing more anyway.