[ For a moment, Kaveh just stares at Alhaitham in irritated silence. In his mind, there is nothing about this image that is what he told the other man to do. He's not, at the very least, actually pouring or spraying the wine over the two on the couch—

Archons, he can hear the wet of their lips from here.

Kaveh reaches out, long fingers wrapping seamlessly around Alhaitham's wrist. ]

If we've given up on chasing them out, let's sit in my room and drink the rest of this together. I can't keep standing out here listening.

[ He can finish yelling at the other man anywhere, anyway. ]