"Oh I'm aware. I'm not usually the hurting people type." Which is true in a sense. Even though her very existence is about chaos and destruction. Dawn, the mortal, is usually very perceptive and aware of how her actions affect other people. Honestly, with Kenny, she had panicked and ended up causing all of that destruction herself. She did have the decency to feel guilty about it though.

Hindsight was always twenty-twenty.

She didn't miss that Harvey had been affected by the tale. But she tried to look past that and hope he didn't judge her too terribly bad. She would ask why he was affected. But she didn't want to dwell on things that made her look really bad to Harvey, as she could tell her one indiscretion did.

"My style?" She asks, her lips twisting into a wry grin. "Pshh... I don't know. It's... I want to have fun. But... I want the fun to go somewhere too. You know? I want it to be like a romantic comedy. Imperfect and terrifying and hilarious and tumultuous and... you never know what's coming next but hopefully it isn't angst cause... I've seem way too much of that. And now I'm rambling."

She looks to Harvey. "What's your style?"