Harol listened to Freya's anger in silence. Only after she was done with all the ranting she apparently had to let out, Harol moved the grimoire out of the way, and leaned his head against his other hand, simply staring at Freya with his other tattoo surrounded eye. Then he bit his teeth together, breathed in and started to speak in as calm a voice as possible (which still easily gave away his frustration with the situation): "Freya. When I say sanctuary, I do indeed mean a sanctuary. All you think of a sanctuary and more. And you are right on hiding the face part, I've not done that nearly as much as you. But for Ishul'Shog's sake I am not an oracle! I cannot bloody well tell your own preferences beforehand! I have barely known you for a day, if that! You cannot expect me to exactly know how comfortable you are moving around without them hood and veil of yours. If you could, I would understand this outburst of yours but no, I'm just lost here." Now Harol lifted his head up and straightened his back. "By the golem..."

Then he returned to his book for a mere moment to calm his thoughts. It only took him two sentences of reading before he spoke again: "I hate arguing, I really do. So unless you have some point you utterly must bring up about this argument, could we just stop it here for now? We might be able to go through it better and more constructively after a night's sleep." Harol then simply proceeded to read. He had done everything in his disposal, and he was still frustrated by the fact Freya seemed to manage to find something to be offended about in anything he said out loud. Thus Harol decided to simply shut up for now unless there was something that was really needed to be said.

Oh how it had all been simpler back at his own house before it went down. Never was there need for arguing, for people saw the things in the same way. It was in their upbringing. But of course arguing had to be taught to the warlocks for the simple reason not everyone saw eye to eye with them. This was, what, the second time he had ever had to utilize his skills outside of his lessons, and he could see he was not doing all that well. However, hopefully this was the end of that argument. Hopefully.