Harrowheart crosses his arms over his chest and stares like a grump-ass into the middle distance. Okay. So he's got some things to consider here.

First things first: Forsaken are super duper always lying, and that's basically just propaganda bullshit a fact.
Second, more logical, though possibly less important thing: This lady actually has no reason at all to lie about her affiliation in a place like this. She stands to gain nothing here except maybe a little conversation. A little friendly conversation that she so kindly initiated.
Thirdly: Harrowheart, weren't you literally just asking other people to move past their grudges in the spirit of Hallow's End?

Harrow grumble-growls quietly to himself when he realizes his hypocrisy. He uncrosses his legs, then sets his boots back on the ground. Reluctantly he pats the newly-made space on the bench as he nods for her to sit down if she'd like.

His hands pat awkwardly at his thighs as he thinks about what he ought to say after such a stellar introduction on his part. Forced though it is he asks, "So. What's... Your name? And what do you do? If it's bad, make up a good lie, 'cause I don't wanna know you eat babies."

One step forward, one step back. But that's two entire steps!