Apperently, Freya's invitation to touch her chest only seemed to make the warlock more worried, making him unable to still get any words out of his throat. She still found it somewhat cute, but decided not to mention that. He probably had enough problems with deciding if he should touch her chest or not already, or at least so it seemed. She wondered quietly why it was such a big deal to him, but didn't ask. He had mentioned before that he hadn't been in love before, so it all had to be new to him. He was raised as a noble, too, so he was likely unfamiliar with intimate interaction. Freya, on the other hand, wasn't. While she had been living at home, her mother did have enough costumers who would visit, and it hadn't always been possible to stop her from seeing such a thing happen. As a result, she had been confronted with it on an early age already. Of course, it also helped that she had been in love before.

When Harol mentioned that her armour would cause some difficulties with the touching, she smiled again. "If you want me to, I can take it off." She suggested,hoping that just wouldn't make him panic again. "Look, if you do not want to touch me there yet, than it is okay. All I am saying that if you would touch my chest, then I would not mind it." She continued, looking serious at him. Maybe it was just all going a little fast for Harol, which was understandable. Freya was simply just so eager, happy and excited about it all. She didn't want to put any pressure on him or make him do something he wasn't ready for yet, though.

"As for your grimoire, here it is." She then said, giving Harol his book back. She had been pretty curious about it, honestly. About what was written down in the book and why it was this important to him. Still, she hadn't looked into the book, which was mainly because it was none of her business, but also because she couldn't read, so looking into the book would be rather useless.