( This is where they enter a much more difficult mode. Because Kaveh, as Alhaitham knows already, struggles immensely with asking for things. He's very forthcoming with charitable acts and good deeds, but can he give the same to himself? Absolutely not. Still ... this is clearly an opportunity to try, isn't it? Even though he'd rather do absolutely anything else.

He takes in a breath, swallowing any anxiety he may be feeling at the prospect. )

I-I ... ( He trails off, already not knowing his answer. Does Alhaitham mean in general? Or in this very moment? To simplify things, he'll start with this moment. ) I want ... you, Alhaitham. More specifically, I want ... your lips on my body. Your hands on my skin. ( A breath. ) I want to make love, if you would have me.