Suddenly Harol found himself being pulled down. He had surely thought about it, but... Now that it was happening, it felt somewhat scary. Something new and unexpected... Something he didn't know if it would do. However, he did not want to give up on the kiss and followed along. Soon enough he however found out that lying on top of Freya was surprisingly comfortable, and most of the hesitation washed away. There they were... After some time (which Harol felt was much too short) Freya pulled back somewhat and asked whether the door was locked.

"Did I... Lock the door? I don't think I did. Just a moment and I'll see to it", Harol said and rose up by pushing on the bed on Freya's sides, doing his best to avoid pressing her hair down. He then made a quick loop accross the room and back, locking the door with the two locks on it, then returning to the bed and settled right on Freya's right side. "Couldn't remember which one of the two was the one that couldn't be opened from outside, so I took care of them both. We should have some private time now without servants popping in when we are kissing or something", Harol said and extended his other arm over Freya into a hug-like position. This made him realize the two had never hugged, but had already kissed a multitude of times. Funny, how it had gone like that.

Harol edged just a little closer and tried to pull Freya onto her side so that they would be face-to-face again. "I like you", Harol said and attempted to snake his other arm under Freya so that he could hug her properly. "I like you more than anyone else. We can be together, right?" Harol did not even know why he was asking such a question. However, it felt important.