Harol did his best to free his finger from Freya's hair that had tangled up somewhat. He had to use his other hand to free it, which he found somewhat embarrassing for unclear reasons. However, it didn't seem to distract Freya, who planted a quick kiss onto his cheek, and the question of whether she could visit Harol in the morning. "Nonono, not at all!" Harol answered. "If I remember correctly house Clasz doesn't serve any official breakfast, so we'll be free from that too. I think we can call for something to eat if we need to. But now..."

Harol moved his left hand onto Freya's chin so that his thumb was on top of it and the rest of his fingers rested below. He guided her mouth into a slightly upwards angle, given his head was somewhat higher when sitting like this, and reached for a good night's kiss, just a single long one. He closed his lips slowly around Freya's bottom lip, and just stayed there until he ran out of breath. This once he had held his breath, just to measure the time. He slowly backed away, feeling strong reluctance to let their lips depart, but it had to happen for him to get sleep. "Good night", he added and stroked Freya's right cheek with the hand he had used to guide her head.

He rose up from Freya's legs, moved to the edge of the bed, put his shoes back on, and slowly walked to the door. As he was unlocking the door, he turned his head back and smiled the smile of a person in love. "I'll see you in the morning." With no more than that, Harol mentally shoved himself out of the room into the empty hallway, and walked to his room. In normal conditions he would have locked the door, and even if he was sure a rogue could open a lock if they could reach it, he didn't want to cause extra trouble for Freya, and just closed it unlocked. He wondered how he should sleep, given he was going to have a visitor who possibly woke up earlier than him. Robes could be forgotten right away, that much was certain. Then, as he pulled his robe over his head, he noticed that he had forgotten his grimoire! How silly of him! Well, he could trust Freya to take good care of it and bring it back in the morning. In the end, Harol settled to sleeping shirtless with his trousers still on, but left his shirt on the headboard so he could easily put it on in the morning.