Harol was still waiting for his drink to arrive when Freya walked into the room. Apparently she had had enough of sitting on something as ridicoulous as the rooftop, which didn't surprise Harol whatsoever. He wouldn't have stayed in a place like that too long either. The risk of falling did account to that reluctance, and he saw that Freya might not consider that as much as he did. His thoughts of this sort were however coming to an abrupt end in a few moments...

Upset about what? Harol managed to think before Freya's lips had made their move. His first reaction beyond all else, was utter surprise which caused his right hand to suddenly release its grasp upon his staff, sending it crashing down to the floor. Harol didn't care, however. He was still trying to make sense of the situation? What was... Well, that much was clear. But why? Why? This didn't seem to bring up any results though, so soon enough he simply stopped trying, and decided to do more than just stand there: He responded in kind, softly pressing his lips back against hers. This tingling sensation all around his body... It was definately something new to him, as was actually kissing someone. However, the response seemed to come naturally. Finally one thing that seemed to have some clarity in it. Well, how it happened was another thing in the growing list of "what now?" Harol had been collecting all day, but in this moment, nothing of it mattered.

But all moments eventually come to an end, as did their kiss. Harol pulled back slowly, and realized he had at some point shut his eyes as they opened during this move. "Well," he started with his head curiously tilted to the side, "you can rest assured I am surprised more than anything else... Upset is something last on my mind right now. Just..." Harol flailed his arms a little by his sides, and his eyes met the ones of a servant by the door. "Oh."

He marched there and took the jug filled with water and the mug set next to it on a platter nodded in thanks, and asked the servant to close the door behind them. "Okay, if they saw that... Well, does it even matter... Not that it should", Harol resorted to muttering under his breath and poured himself a mug of water, and drank quick. He wanted to return to the subject at hand.