Indeed, who would stop them? Freya had asked an excellent question, and that alone was enough to ensure Harol there wouldn't be anything wrong in quite some time. Hugging her tight, Harol snuck a little smooch on Freya's neck, with it being actually closer than her lips in a hug like this. "You are right", Harol responded in voice that was mostly relieved with a hint of 'but I knew that all along' mixed within.

Harol loosened his hold a little and let his arms seek places where they could rest naturally, the lower arm simply ending up extended forward and the other sliding to the mid-point of Freya's back. He pulled his head down from on top of Freya's where it had ended up in the hug and returned to the spot where he could just stare into Freya's eyes. "You are right", he repeated in a calm tone, preceding yet another quick kiss. All the troubles of Harol seemed to have disappeared for some time, and he decided to enjoy this calm as long as it lasted.

What still bothered him somewhat was the fact Freya's clothes were rather hard... Well, it was armour after all. It was not like that was the point of it. Still, it was pretty uncomfortable like this. He was not going to bring it up though. Now that he had noticed this though, he rolled onto his back and said: "One moment." He reached into his robe and pulled out his grimoire. "As I said, a warlock goes nowhere without this. However it does get pretty uncomfortable when just lying down, even if it is conveniently on the side." With that, he placed it on the floor and returned lying on his back next to Freya with his hands behind his neck, and his face turned towards her.