You were certainly too loud when I got you into bed, [ alhaitham states matter-of-factly, turning a page in his book. ] but that's simply your normal state of being.

[ his choice of phrasing is on purpose, because if kaveh was going to play the drunken amnesia card, he was at least going to get some sort of enjoyment out of it. let's just say it's payback for running circles around the scribe with his aversion for telling the truth about his feelings, and so there's a lightly smug look on alhaitham's face as he glances back at the blonde with a knowing look, one that could almost be interpreted as suggestion. ]

What a sight you made, naked and pleading for me to promise you I'd remember what we'd done.

[ and really, they'd done nothing physically of note, but kaveh might not remember that yet - so he goes back to his book in that blasé sense of his, unbothered and engrossed in a long-form study of liyuean semiotics. at least the blonde had downed the coffee, which would probably help jumpstart some of those memories - and maybe alhaitham gets a little bit of satisfaction from the face he makes at the sheer bitterness of it. yes, it was good for him, but he was also just reaping what he'd sown from the previous night.

it was satisfying to be on the other side of the looking glass for once, holding all the answers and information just like kaveh had been the whole time he'd been off getting over-emotional about something that could've been solved with a simple discussion. without bothering to look up; ]

Are you telling me you don't remember? I'm insulted.