Majima makes a hmmm noise, somewhere between disgruntled and incredulous. He doesn't quite understand Harley's restraint. A foolhardy part of him -- swayed by a youthful, masculine bravado -- assumes that he could take the guy if he had half a chance. "Sure, it don't get rid of the baggage, but sometimes the closure helps. Knowin' the threat's gone."

He sighs sharply and looks down at Harley. "But it's yer call, sweetheart."