Freya smiled when Harol kissed her neck, followed by telling her that she was right. Of course she was right, she knew that, but it was nice to hear. Actually, they could just do about pretty much everything they wanted to without anyone who would try to stop them. It was one the few good things about having pretty much no one who cared about you, she supposed. Just being able to do whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted, without somebody telling her that it was dangerous or a wrong thing to do.

Then he told her again that she was right, followed by another kiss, and Freya decided that if she would get a kiss for every time that she was right, she never wanted to be wrong ever again. For a moment he rolled onto his back to remove the grimoire from his robe, telling her that keeping it there while just lying down was rather uncomfortable. Which Freya supposed was understandable. She supposed that her armour wasn't exactly really comfortable to him while they were hugging, but if she took it off, she'd be pretty much topless, so for the moment, she just decided to keep it on. She did however take off her belt containing her daggers and kicked out her boots as well. Considering the fact that she didn't really plan on going anywhere for the night, there was no reason to keep those on.

"Have you ever been in love before?" She asked before she even realised she had asked the question, and didn't even see the importance of such a question. Why would it matter if he had been in love with someone before? It wasn't like that would change anything, and it was actually none of her business. Besides, who said that was something he felt comfortable talking about? "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." She quickly added.