"If you're going to call me a masked maniac, then I'm going to take it as a compliment. Sane people don't consider their masked personality to be some other guy normally too, do they?" Having smirked a bit, Harley looked back toward him and tilted back his head.<br/><br/>The world was indeed filled with crazies, but perhaps Harley and David were just two of the nice crazies.<br/><br/>With a bit of a smirk, he tilted his head back after having learned that the local bar's owner was a syker...and a very popular one at that.<br/><br/>"My guess is that all means that I don't have too much of a chance with her, eh?" Harley then shook his head, "Let's forget all the pontificating; we're friends at this point and that's all that matters, right?"<br/><br/>With a bit of a nod, Harley agreed to the offer of the drink, but didn't say much else. He knew very well that he needed some food, but he didn't much like the idea of taking too many of their supplies.<br/><br/>Harley, or perhaps Dust Devil, considered himself something of a protector of these people, and therefore that sounded like just another way to get them into trouble, which was exactly the thing that he had wanted to avoid the least.<br/><br/>If taking resources from these people were going to cause them to suffer even slightly more than they already had, then he wasn't going to do it.<br/><br/>Maybe that was just something about his normal tough guy persona, but he always tried to go it alone.<br/><br/>Then again, the promise of food was sounding pretty incredible at this point, and it was really hard to justify giving up...