[ A roll of his eyes. ] Aren't you being stubborn when you continue to try to change the subject?

[ Kaveh's speech isn't quite slurred, but he is very distracted; his eyes keep slipping to where his hand is caught in Alhaitham's, then back to where emerald eyes bore into his— mm, it's not quite fair how good he looks. That reminder surfaces at the back of his mind again, insistent— he wasn't actually rejected before— ]

Mm, then let me modify it a little. If you do offend me, no dishes. If you don't— [ He hums, his mind sorting through the words. ] If you don't offend me, perhaps a reward is in order?