[Alhaitham just-barely smiles as he lifts his hands again, catching the fabric of Kaveh's top and pushing it up and off his head. His fingertips briefly trail against the soft skin of the inside of the older man's upper arms... and then lightly against the lace all but clinging to his ribs.
He told Kaveh that he does not experience physical attraction like most people and that remains true in spite of his apparent interest in sex itself. His judgement of attractiveness is a matter of aesthetics, as ever, and his attention lingers on the lingerie for a few moments.]
Colour theory? [The scribe murmurs, glancing up to meet Kaveh's eyes.] Complementary. [Then, after another quiet pause.] You would suit red, too.
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[Alhaitham just-barely smiles as he lifts his hands again, catching the fabric of Kaveh's top and pushing it up and off his head. His fingertips briefly trail against the soft skin of the inside of the older man's upper arms... and then lightly against the lace all but clinging to his ribs.
He told Kaveh that he does not experience physical attraction like most people and that remains true in spite of his apparent interest in sex itself. His judgement of attractiveness is a matter of aesthetics, as ever, and his attention lingers on the lingerie for a few moments.]
Colour theory? [The scribe murmurs, glancing up to meet Kaveh's eyes.] Complementary. [Then, after another quiet pause.] You would suit red, too.