If Majima is rankled by the sight of Harley's harassment, he doesn't show it. Maybe because he knows she's perfectly capable of handling herself. He wouldn't have employed her as a bouncer if this wasn't the case.

He isn't about to let perfectly good alcohol go to waste -- regardless of the name or the overly-sweet contents -- and he shoots back one of the Blow Jobs, cleaning excess whipped cream from his upper lip with a swipe of his tongue. Relaxing back into his seat, he watches Harley's particularly soulful performance.

He leans sideways to better hear Amelia. "Huh? Oh, uh. Might be a good idea regardless. I'm thinkin' she can drink either of us mere fuckin' mortals under the table with that turbo-metabolism of hers."