Hallbjorn could tell that Kara was trying to distract him and divert his attention, but he let her. He looked at everything that she pointed out to him, and acted interested. And he was, because she was pointing them out. Even if it was just to keep his from asking more about her plans.<br/><br/>When they got home, Hallbjorn nodded. He took the pie into the kitchen, and took his time. It was placed in the fridge easily enough, and he glanced at the clock on his phone. The large man decided that to look through all of the photographs that Kara took. He thumbed through them and was quietly amused at the mad dash that had taken Kara upstairs to change. The large man had scrolled through all of the images twice, and then he set about texting the House of Witches about a spell to clean up Kara's parents' house. He doubted that they had anyone near Jackrabbit Junction, which would mean a bill padded with travel expenses. But it was important to Kara and the last thing they needed was for Vrekeners to take it upon themselves to keep the Lore a secret from her parents.<br/><br/>It seemed as though Kara had enough time to change and carry out whatever preparations she might have in mind. Hallbjorn removed the ivory bands on his hair and shook out the long french braids, letting his hair go loose as she preferred it to be. His long footfalls carried him up the stairs and soon he entered the bedroom. He paused at the sight of her enjoying the fur rug in front of the fireplace. It was lit and he felt the warmth of it.<br/><br/>His eyes were drawn to her behind when she gave it a shake, making the bell ring. He looked over the pert, firm, rounded mounds of her backside, basically laid bare. The nighty was not in a position to cover it and the thong certainly did not. He paused in the doorway, and his eyes turned to grey at the sight of her like that.<br/><br/>"I do not think that you intend to be my good girl tonight." Hallbjorn said to Kara, unable to take his eyes away from her ass.