With Kara gone, Hallbjorn woke slowly after. His sleep was light and her absence disturbed it to a degree. Not enough to wake him but it was not so peaceful as it was when she was beside him. His body and mind recognized that she was not there, but that absence was not enough to trigger a response that would wake Hallbjorn. He shifted listlessly in bed, alone, but his shallow sleep remained. He did wake shortly after, but by that time Kara was gone. There was a warm spot on the bed where she had slept but Hallbjorn's hand moved over it and did not find her. His conscious mind did not immediately register that absence as alarm. They were in their home and there was nothing that seemed out of place enough to make him think that Kara was in any danger. He lay on his back and looked up at the ceiling.<br/><br/>"Good morning, female." Hallbjorn answered when Kara emerged from her closet dressed as he had imagined her several times. His blood must have betrayed this imagining to Kara, and now she had made it real. He looked her over and was pleased with what he saw. But he also noted that she had left him long enough to go and get dressed by herself. Perhaps she was feeling safe enough to be apart from him for a time now. That seemed good to Hallbjorn, and it registered as more important than what she was wearing, as much as that outfit was an effort to please him. Her feeling of security was very important to him.<br/><br/>Since she had dressed specifically to please him, Hallbjorn made a show of looking Kara over. His gaze traveled slowly over every inch of her. "Turn around for me, and do it slowly." Hallbjorn told Kara. As she did he looked at her with a palpable intensity, so that he believed she would be able to<em>feel</em>his eyes upon her, but in case that was lost he gaze a low whistle of appreciation when her back was to him. When her slow circuit was complete, an idea struck Hallbjorn. "Stay there." Hallbjorn told Kara, and went to fetch his cell phone. When he returned with it, he took a picture of Kara from behind. Then he took another, zoomed in on her bottom. He moved to her front and took several more of her.<br/><br/>When he was done, he looked at the screen of his phone and was pleased with his handiwork. He looked up from the screen with an impish look of his own. "You have only yourself to blame." Hallbjorn told her in a playful tone. She wanted to make him a shutterbug.