Freya wasn't sure how to react to Harol leaning back to her right away. She wasn't used to this, as the other man she had been with had made it clear how he thought of such things before marriage. Something about wanting to wait so it would be special. However, Harol seemed to think different about it, once again surprising her. She really hadn't expected it from him, especially not this fast already. 

That didn't mean that she disliked it, though, she soon enough realised. She couldn't help herself but smiling a little while they kissed, gently grabbing the fabric of his robe at his neck and starting to lean back, pulling him along. That was all she did, though, and waited for his response to it. If he changed his mind, she would be good with just kissing him, but if he really wanted to take things further, she wasn't going to protest, neither.

She would admit that it seemed like a good way to spend the night to her. There were enough arguments she could think of, such as only knowing him for a few days, and being together in an intimate way even shorter. Or the fact that this definitely wasn't exactly the kind of thing one should be doing in a house full of nobles, or that if they would get caught by some maid, rumors would be spread in no time. But all those arguments made no difference because of just one single, simple reason: she didn't care. They liked each other and were attracted to one another, so why shouldn't they?

"Did you lock the door?" She asked when she took a brief pause from their kiss so that she could breathe again.