"Yes, it appears to be that way." Was the only thing Freya said in response to him. It had been rather obvious that this all wasn't one sided. If it had been, he never would've kissed her back, and they would be having a completely different kind of conversation now. Likely about what was wrong with her, doing something crazy like kissing him so suddenly like she had done, which would've led to what had to be one of the most emberassing explanations the rogue ever had to give anyone during her life do far. Luckily enough, none of that was taking place, although Freya suspected that the warlock still had some questions, regardless of the fact that her feelings weren't unanswered. So despite of the current situation, Freya supposed she would at least have to explain several things to him. She wouldn't get to escape that so easily.

She noticed Harol's hand reaching for hers, not pulling it away. She saw no reason as to why she wouldn't let the warlock touch her hand, especially not given the situation. Okay, maybe he had gotten a little scared by the little accident with the drink in the tavern last night, but that had been an entirely different case. That drunken idiot had slapped her butt, assuming she would be perfectly good with that, despite the lack of interest she had in the man. She decided that the man could use it to be scared a little. Harol, however, was a completely different case. She had kissed him, showed a kind of attraction towards him. Why would she deny him to touch her, right after they had kissed? That made no sense.

So rather than pulling her hand away from his, she moved her hand towards it instead, taking a gentle hold of his hand, assuming that was what he had intended to do. She did notice she was still wearing her gloves, although they had been in the house for a little while by now. It wasn't because of distrust or whatsoever, though, but she had simply forgotten to take them off before. After all, what use would it have to hide her hands, of all things?