Harlow shrugged. "Well, in my line of work, it's sometimes unavoidable. As good as I am, I'm not quite bulletproof yet. Close to it, though." She said playfully. "Plus, getting shot gives you great stories to tell. Well, with assassins, anyway. Normal people think you're insane, but whatever." She shrugged.

"In my line of work it is also inevitable. Unfortunately. I don't even work." He looked a little salty. He snickered. "I like stories, which one is the most exciting one?" Mark smiled at her, with a sentence like that there was no way she had boring stories only.

"Well, being the son of a leading Mafia boss can put you at risk for things like getting shot and being kidnapped." Harlow grinned, leaning back against the couch. "Oooh, storytime. I thought you'd never ask." She smiled. "The one in my foot is my favorite. I was training some initiates how not to kill themselves with a handgun, and I went up to brief them. I finish the briefing, go off to the side, and behind them. One dude is having trouble with his gun. I walk over, he has it pointed at the ground, tries to show me it won't shoot, and bam. Worked pretty well, if you ask me." She chuckled.

"I hardly ever participate or see him so I find that unnecessarily unfair." He crossed his arms. He watched her telling the story, a smile crossed his face, into a grin and she finished it. "Let me guess ..Ian?" He joked, giggling at her. "Which one hurt the most?" He tipped his head.

"Maybe, but life isn't quite fair. If it wasn't, you wouldn't have met this lovely lady assasin, would you?" Harlow teased, gesturing to herself with a slight giggle. "No, not quite, but I did train him. It was some random kid- I socked him in the eye right after, and I yelled at him, so I'm pretty sure he's scarred for life, but whatever." She joked, thinking after his next question. She gestured to her midriff. "That one. My... a friend did it. More emotionally painful than physically, but whatever." She shrugged it off, shifting slightly.

He glared. "Don't push it, I could walk out your door and you'd never see it coming. Or me leaving." He hair flipped, with his fake hair. "I was expecting you to have shot his foot right back honestly." He grinned at her with a slight tease. He softened an even expression. "Everyone's bound to have at least one of those."

"Oh, sure. You try that without the crutches I bought you, the clothes I gave you, and the cologne you're wearing. Because if you were to leave I would be taking ALL of those back. And I would manage it, don't worry." She teased, smiling. "I'm not that heartless. I am that petty, though." She giggled, her smile fading slightly with his words. "I guess. Not important, though." She shrugged.

He gave her a slightly taken aback, offended and speechless look. "I hope not by force. I'm afraid I don't think I can do much against you." He inhaled through his teeth. He shrugged slightly.

Should skip to later when they leave and or arrive))

Harlow had gotten very comfortable with Mark, and he became a pretty... important part of her day. She had been going off to work the past few days instead of staying home the whole time, spewing some excuse about how she was letting him heal before she turned him in. She could only play the excuse for so long, but she found herself getting used to the idea of waking up and going downstairs to find him settled on her couch. Either way, now she was driving him to go visit his sister, teasingly blasting some Green Day.

He was calmly headbopping to the music. He was managing to cope quite well with being shot, healing up nicely. He was far more lively now, having gotten comfortable, he was fond of teasing her. He was happier to be there and it showed. He was still a little cautious but eventually he would slip. Mark was staring out the window, a black Suburban was behind them. Only a few years old with tinted windows. He watched for a moment, then turned to Harlow. "Not to alarm you but I'm starting to think we're gonna be late." He gestured gently behind them.