Umm.....Yes

"So um...Miss Harleen Quinzel, correct?", you question her, hoping to at least break the odd silence hanging in the room. But to no avail, anytime you so much as spoke to her she would only sigh sadly. "Ugh, this is gonna take a while." you quietly mumble to yourself. It's then when you notice she still has her straight jacket on.

Standing to your full height, you walk pass your couch and over to Harley, beginning to untie her jacket. "Here let me get that for you." You say, as your skilled fingers make deft work of the straps.

"W-what....what are you doing" she quietly whispers, oddly surprised you would untie a psychotic lunatic. This is the first you actually heard her speak since she arrived.

"Untying you.." you state mater a factly, "Cant really eat with these on? now can you?". When the last of the straps gives way, you finally view Harley in her true beauty. Standing a somewhat short 5'4'', her ample D cup breasts practically spilling from her checkered costume, which accentuated her flexible and curvy body.

"Wow...", as Harley watches your reaction, you believe you spy a small blush growing on her pale cheeks. That is until a rather pissed expression replaces them.

"Hey! Don't stare at me like that!"she hisses. Although she seemed rather peeved at the moment, you could still spot her rosy cheeks.

With a smirk you state back to her, "Well. Why not?, your really beautiful." and with that, you walk off into the kitchen, as if it was no big deal. As you begun making dinner for your new housemate, you saw the flustered girl trying to make sense of what happened.