[ Something about Alhaitham's smirk makes him relax, helps him reconcile for sure in his mind that things aren't as bad as they were all of ten minutes ago, which is what causes him to roll his eyes in response to the question, a shrug that for all intents and purposes looks irritated, but in reality is just falling back into the natural rhythm that exists between them. The normal. When he doesn't need to think about uncomfortable new realizations or anything else that might make it weird.

The color in his cheeks, little by little, begins to fade. ]

Pretty sure I'm already in jail, you know, living here and all. So what are you gonna do, Alhaitham— tie me up?

[ Supremely bad choice of words. Kaveh clears his throat, forces a laugh, and folds his arms across his chest. ]

Seriously, though... I have some medicinal cream that will help fix it up. [ Bruises are a reasonably common part of life when you're often drunk, after all. Or prone to getting yourself covered in hickeys, like he is right now. Not that the latter has happened as often as it used to since he's moved in here. Last night was something of an anomaly, in more ways than one. ] Sit down. Let me get it.

[ He doesn't wait for an answer, disappearing into his own room and digging through the top drawer of the bureau for the cream in question, trying to ignore as he does the rakish look to his reflection. What on Teyvat possessed him to think any part of last night was a good idea? He's an embarrassment.

...After this, he'll clean up. ]