[ He smiles at the way Alhaitham relaxes and leans in closer, understanding what he wants and rewarding him easily, another contented nuzzle against him. Perhaps he might normally take offense, but the scribe's quick addition, and the tone of his voice, are enough to prevent it, a lazy smile forming on his lips instead. ]
no subject
I love you.
[ It's a soft, content mumble. ]
If you're done writing, should we go to bed?