Alhaitham's eyebrows arch, though his voice is far too softened from his full and eventful day (and night). "You're sure you just didn't want me to pay for the meal?"
For all his genius, maybe Alhaitham prioritizes his preference for teasing the other rather than reading the room and thanking Kaveh outright. As one of those hairpins falls on the floor, he leans in to pick it up between two fingers, pausing for half a second when he notices one red drop falling onto the floor, from the fingers darkened by his glove.
Hm, he needs to take care of that. He'll get to it, later, after he has eaten. Instead, the scribe picks the hairpin with his other hand, hands it over to the architect. "How gracious of you," he says airily as he heads to said and goes get a knife. That's… a thank you, right?
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For all his genius, maybe Alhaitham prioritizes his preference for teasing the other rather than reading the room and thanking Kaveh outright. As one of those hairpins falls on the floor, he leans in to pick it up between two fingers, pausing for half a second when he notices one red drop falling onto the floor, from the fingers darkened by his glove.
Hm, he needs to take care of that. He'll get to it, later, after he has eaten. Instead, the scribe picks the hairpin with his other hand, hands it over to the architect. "How gracious of you," he says airily as he heads to said and goes get a knife. That's… a thank you, right?