Harol scanned Freya up and down with his eyes and noticed how unlikely what had just happened had been. Her armour covered most of her upper body, but yet still somehow he had managed to get his hand somehow... THERE without even looking. Juuuuust brilliant. However, Freya simply sat down, and apparently was not angry at him at all, telling him not to worry. Harol was just about to calm down, but that was made impossible through what followed. Was she actually inviting him to do something like that? He must be misunderstanding... But still, her posture and facial expression hinted nothing of the sort. She was serious about it.

"Uhhh... Ummm... I... Eeeehm..." Harol tried to say something, but kept stammering as words failed to form within his mouth. His thoughts on the matter were slightly conflicting. On one side, it sounded like Freya wanted him to touch her chest, and he was curious about such thing. What could it feel like? But on the other hand, was he ready? Was Freya truly ready, or did she only think so? Well, that last one was not his to decide so that was one less worry on his head. Luckily for him, Freya broke him out of this mental lockdown by asking if the time of waking up was okay with him.

"Uhh... Well I don't feel too sleepy so I guess this is as good an hour as any. Heaps better than the one I woke up to in the middle of the night. It was one weird dream, let me tell you that much", he responded, trying to collect himself. A slight shake of his head later, his thoughts seemed to somewhat settle even on the earlier matter... But he noted another thing that would at least for now seal the deal. He wouldn't dare to push his hand under her armour because the extra pressure that would create, and backing out would increase in difficulty just as well. A slightly mischievous smile sought its way on Harol's face as he knocked on the leather armour twice, and said: "Well, there is also this little challenge on the way when it comes to the earlier proposition."