Harley wasn't as accustomed to rejection as he once was. He cringed as Hazel was dragged off by that vile woman, gritting his teeth. He was on the verge of drawing his sabres and challenging her. "[i]Calm down boy, it's a bit early to start fighting[/i].", and damnit she was right. 

He ran a hand through his tousled ebon locks, as a thought creeped into his mind, squinting pensively. He glanced around at the crew and thought to himself and the demoness occupying his mind, "[i]What a lovely day for a social experiment[/i]". He gathered energy into his hands and clapped loudly, so loudly that he might wake the dead, or anyone within a half-mile. The clap made a sound like an Earth Kingdom cannon, and he grinned wryly as the energy dissipated in a flash of multicolored sparks.

"[i]Idiot[/i].", mumbled the demoness in his head. "[i]Anyone wanting to spar with me is welcome to do so, I'll use no weapons and surprise attacks are completely acceptable, however, I ask that they not be attempted while I sleep[/i]", he retorted. With that, he ran a hand through his hair again, and waited, a cocky grin lingering on his lips to make being attacked more likely.