Once it's served its purpose, the bra is stuffed safely back into Majima's jacket. Giving the Poochyena wide berth, he cautiously perches on the corner of the bed. He sighs when he sees Harley's lump of blankets.

"Ya get on my case 'bout bein' secretive, figure I might as well return the favor." His tone is teasing, and he feels for the lump of her foot and gives it a comforting shake. "What's eatin' ya, cupcake?"