"If you want me to. But I am happy with what you wear of your own choice." Hallbjorn told her, further confirming that he was happy with her fashion choice. It was alright with him if she did not wear clothing that had everything she had out on display for everyone who cared to look. It was more than alright, actually. Her body was for him alone and he did not want other males looking at it. He gripped her just a little tightly and a flicker of possessiveness flashed over his face. Then Kara was addressing him with mock seriousness and Hallbjorn did not try to resist grinning - he simply did.<br/><br/>Then she was tugging him into the kitchen. Hallbjorn had some Cherry Coke as well as diet, and he asked for one of those for himself when Kara was grabbing drinks. His eyes were drawn to her as she bent over slightly. By the Gods, just that little bend was enough to draw his eyes and he enjoyed the sight far too much than seemed proper.<br/><br/>His eyes followed Kara as she explored the kitchen, going through all of the draws and cupboards until she found what she was after. Hallbjorn leaned back against a counter and was content to wait. He saw that she found the plates and he watched her struggle to get at them. His blue eyes saw her fingers just barely brush them. So close and yet so far. When she asked for his help, he walked over and stood behind her. He grabbed her by the hips and lifted her up so that she could grab them down. Maybe some rearrangement was in order. The plates did not need to be that high up.<br/><br/>"I guess we should add a step-stool to our list." Hallbjorn said, gently teasing Kara as he lowered her to the floor and set her on her feet. His hands stayed on her hips. "Or maybe not . . ." He murmured, and brushed his lips over the top of her head before he let her go and they took the things they needed into the living room to get ready to veg out.