"Haitham..."

There stood Kaveh, infront of Alhaitham on the divan, nudging Alhaitham's crossed legs open as he grabbed the feather in the scribe's hand. "Do you know how much trouble I went through today, over that stupid feather you've stolen from me?" he muttered gently, but his voice was laced with irritation.

...This morning, Alhaitham thought it would be funny to take Kaveh's feather, the same feather he uses for writing- While Kaveh went out to meet up with a client. Of course, after coming home, Kaveh was unamused by Alhaitham's antics.

Now here he is, holding Alhaitham's chin while between his legs, gazing into his eyes while his other hand held his dear feather.