[The slant of Alhaitham's eyebrows deepens. He's staring up at Kaveh as though he's looking at an interesting rune that he's seen before but never really managed to decipher its intricacies. An unusual thing, as the Scribe tends to read Kaveh quite well and readily so.
He tilts his head, then looks at the bottle in his hand, tilting it, too, to double-check the amount of wine inside.] You're not bartering a lap dance for one-fifth of a bottle of wine. Kaveh.
[Maybe another moment, and he'd be able to say why it's so strange that Kaveh would rather grind on his lap than be courteous.] Is saying please so difficult?
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He tilts his head, then looks at the bottle in his hand, tilting it, too, to double-check the amount of wine inside.] You're not bartering a lap dance for one-fifth of a bottle of wine. Kaveh.
[Maybe another moment, and he'd be able to say why it's so strange that Kaveh would rather grind on his lap than be courteous.] Is saying please so difficult?