"... What?" Jonathan wasn't overly sure what to say to that because any of their sort, the rogues, the career criminals, the villains of the city, they didn't really tend to be sweet. They could be friends, could be nice to each other but sweet was kind of weird. Kinda creepy. Jonathan pulled out his cigarettes and patted himself down for a light.

"That sort of thing is likely to end up with him getting killed. Not good." He tsked lightly and then pulled free his lighter. "What makes Harvey such a sweetie?"