As Freya started moving, Harol was slightly afraid of yet another of their kisses ending, but as she pulled him along, those fears ceased to exist. He moved some of his weight onto his hands and pushed himself upwards to give Freya some room to move. She chose to rise into a sitting position, which led Harol into thinking how he could most comfortably follow. He could just keep doing what he had been doing, but that could prove uncomfortable to his back, so an alternative was in order.

With his lips locked to Freya's, Harol did his best to move his legs forwards so he could find a place to be. He didn't have enough space to extend his legs here, and to be frank that sounded like something fairly ridicoulous, so he had his knees against the same headboard while the rest of his legs pointed backwards, and he kind of sat on Freya's lap. This was a good place to be at. He stroked Freya's hair a couple of times with his right hand, and grabbed the top if the headboard with his left to ensure balance. Harol briefly detached from the kiss to switch to Freya's top lip for a moment before pressing his face just slightly more towards hers and then sitting back.

"That was fun", he remarked, letting go with his left hand and rolling a strand of Freya's hair around his right index finger. While gently stroking the roll with his thumb, Harol brought his left hand in front of his mouth and yawned. "Time seems to remind me of it's existence. Killjoy", he muttered. "I'm afraid I cannot stay in this room for the night. Too much important stuff in mine to neglect." He didn't say Freya couldn't come with him, but he didn't explicitly state that he wanted her to come. He wasn't sure if he would be ready to share a bed for the night with her just yet. If she followed, it would be seen... Probably.