Once there was a bit of room between them, Harold slipped his entire body within Kegg's flat. He could have hung on out there for a good while longer, but where the fun would be in that? And he always imagined some old lady assuming that he was doing something that he ought not be doing and call a whole slew of law enforcements to take him away. Thankfully, that wasn't the case, not that he thought that she would call the cops on him for making an appearence in the middle of the night. He truthfully wanted to see her. It had been too great of time that passed by since the last time he caught her within his perpherial view, which was saying something since their offices were adjacent to one another. Unless her boss didn't take a liking to him more than he thought after asking him if he could give her a day off. Keeping them apart, maybe? No. Bosses were cruel at times, but not that bad. At least, that's what Harold was optomistic about.
Harold watched Veronica's movements as she gazed through the window, unsure what she was looking for as a whole. There was a possibility that she was in awe that he managed to scale the side of the flat without any aid of a broom or ladder. Of course, that had to be it. Just the thought of that brought a quaint smug across his facial features. "Well," he started, having to honestly reminance slightly of his climbing adventures. Sure, he managed to always enter the Vaisey Villa through the window, but that was competely different from the current moment. It had always occurred to increase anger within Daphne. There had also been the time where he scaled up the side of the Brown residence at an almost perfect time of day. At the time, those actions had happened because he honestly did like Lavender, even though there was never a possibilty that she would return to him. Pushing those thoughts aside, Harold knew that tonight was different those combined. "Only for the handful that catch my full attention. Or simply just you," he finally replied with a coy smile, fibbing just a tad bit. The past was just that and there wasn't a need to bring old tales forth, especially since he was unsure of his complete feelings for Kegg.
As she made her way towards the dresser, Harold watched her carefully with a tilt of his head. There were times that Veronica had done unpredictable things, so he wanted to keep an eye upon her at all times. It wasn't completely about seeing a part of her body that the sun didn't shine all too often. Well, he couldn't lie that he would honestly care to catch glimpses of that part of her body more often. It almost felt as his thoughts were answered as the sheet slid down the curves of the perfect body that stood before him. The view didn't last for too long, but enough for him to enjoy the sight.
"Better ways? I thought the gesture was a bit romantic. Then again, I am missing a few assessories. Flowers. A violin band," he responded with a hint of an amused tone of voice, as he sat upon the bed next to the woman, leaving only a small amount of room between their bodies. Harold had only been there a few moments, but he could already feel himself having a good time. Kegg had that sort of wave about her. Whether they were arguing or physically closer to one another, he knew that they'd enjoy that amount of time together. After all, even with the arguements, they couldn't bring themselves to stay away for very long. "I thought you were good at telling ghost stories. There was that one time where you made a kid piss in their good pants. That was a riot," he added, pausing slightly as he watched Veronica lay back on the comfortable bed, eyeing the jersey that pressed against her body. If only the article of clothing was a bit shorter in length. There wouldn't be anything covering her body southernly. "Or was that because of something else? Eh, you can't blame this bloke for wanting to see you and didn't care about the time."