He was like a squirrel because he collected things and stored them away. Freya wasn't sure if it was a good idea to explain though, she liked keeping him guess, plus she was really enjoying that blush. Her teeth bit into her lower lip to try and hide her growing smile. "Can't I like the way you look Thorfinn? I think it's a good thing because I can just stare at you." She liked staring at him.

She exhaled a soft huff of laughter. "If you hurt me I'll hurt you right back. I told you that less than thirty minutes ago." One of her eyes closed as his hair brushed against her face. It was a curse of having long hair.

"I've never heard that." She reached forward as he sat up and lightly brushed her fingers through his hair. "Then I'll just trim it. I like it long. It suits you and I can play with it."