[ Kaveh's scowl deepens, becoming a pout, as Alhaitham offers him the book. ] You know very well that is not what I meant! [ His eyes track instead the bottle, watching— and reaching— and snatching at air— as Alhaitham pulls it further back; a frustrated growl finds his lips. ]

Stop being such a jerk! I invited you in here to drink together, remember? A word that, last I checked, doesn't mean to take the bottle for yourself!

[ Another reach, fingers closing around Alhaitham's wrist as if he can somehow leverage anything over him like this. ] Or are you going to demand something in response like you always do? [ he demands, putting words in the other's mouth for him now. ] Transactional as ever, even over the wine... What do you want, Alhaitham? What do I have to give you to let me drink, huh?