[The contortions of Alhaitham's torso under the sharp nips and the warmth of Kaveh's mouth surprise the Scribe, as he had been blind to be ready for it. They elicit a gasp, though it is stifled by the fabric. Suddenly Alhaitham becomes very aware of what they're doing, or he should be, the energy they're slowly building between them albeit clumsily and ambiguously.
He looks down after his top is removed, sees Kaveh. His expression is akin to that of a cat who accomplished its mission. Despite his stoic exterior, a hint of shame flickers within him at his response and he frowns, unused to it.] I didn't think you'd get me while I'm distracted.
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He looks down after his top is removed, sees Kaveh. His expression is akin to that of a cat who accomplished its mission. Despite his stoic exterior, a hint of shame flickers within him at his response and he frowns, unused to it.] I didn't think you'd get me while I'm distracted.