[He grunts, but more at the hassle of having the architect on his lap. Kaveh is, after all, despite his penchant for delicate things and the traces of gorgeousness in his face, a solid fully grown man.
Alhaitham gives him a withering look at that grin. It shouldn't look so sharp in this light.]
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Alhaitham gives him a withering look at that grin. It shouldn't look so sharp in this light.]
This is not a lap dance.