Feeling Freya's gloved hand take hold of his, Harol felt slight relief, even if in the end it was only natural for her to accept this kind of touch after the kiss. Lots of questions were bubbling in Harol's mind, but none of them seemed fit to ask as the first question. As talkative a person Harol usually was, now he found himself unable express himself, and that was somewhat of a shock to the Warlock who never before had been left truly speechless. He squeezed Freya's hand just a little and simply looked straight into her eyes. It was quite the combination: The gentle and confused look of Harol's with the tattoo of a one eyed golem covering the other half of his face. Just staring into the light brown eyes of Freya with the green ones of his, Harol calmed down enough to form a sensible question within his mind:

"Do you think this thing between us might work out? I mean, it is not like it was something about us, as it is the fact we are both on the wrong side of the law, and you... You have actual experience of a life there. I, on the other hand, am highly inexperienced when it comes to life like that. We... really cannot be equals in that sense, can we? We are safe for now, but we most likely cannot stay here until the end of our lives," Harol did not like making things difficult, but this had to be made certain. If Freya would not mind the possibility of needing to, figuratively speaking, drag Harol around as dead weight, and a fairly visible one at that, this all could work out.

Now having already spoken, Harol realized that this question might have come early, and if they had just met, it most definately would have. But they had been on the road for a couple of days together already, and thus Freya knew what it was like traveling with him. This still led Harol pondering if it had been the right question to ask, but he decided to push those thoughts away. No use adding another article to the "What now?" After all, they would stay at house Clasz for a while still, wouldn't they? ...wouldn't they? Harol realized he didn't know how long Freya actually planned on staying! That was another question to be asked. He reached for Freya's other hand with his right, this time taking hold of it himself, and asked: "By the way... How long WILL we stay?"

And then Harol noticed he had asked the question in plural, to account for both of them. Apparently he was surely enough going to move with Freya. A choice he had made in the moment without really thinking. Yet again something un-Harol-like. Maybe it was his growing hunger and his troubled mind. As he waited for an answer, he wondered if Freya would mind sharing another kiss with him. They felt nice.