"Well, if you would be so kind", Harol replied to Freya suggesting she could take off her armour. "The thing is, compare our clothing. You've got your cloak and armour and shoes on, and look at me! A basic shirt and trousers. And you couldn't have missed that I didn't have even that when you came in", Harol said with a timid teasing tone in his voice. The conflict of different feelings was resolving itself, and curiosity was wrestling all doubts to the ground with some help from his early-blooming love.

He slid down from his sitting position down flat onto the bed. He streched his arms upwards, flailing his hands about a little before lowering them down, the left one behind his head and the right brushing briefly through Freya's hair before landing right behind her on the bedsheet. "By the way, did you lock the door?" Harol wanted to verify, yesterdays positions now reversed with Freya being the guest and Harol the one to confirm this thing. Nevertheless, it was important to have privacy with things like this, especially considering where this seemed to be going right now.

Harol was forming a 'plan' in his mind, a plan on how to do this, and he believed he had a pretty good idea in mind. That would remain to be seen. His heart was beating furiously in both anticipation and nervousness, and his breathing was slightly accelerated as well. One could notice it if they looked carefully, but Harol himself was not paying such attention to himself. He reached for the grimoire and lifted it onto the floor on the other side of the bed. He was glad Freya had brought it back, but that was overshadowed by everything else in his mind now.