[ The first comment receives a light nod—he's accepted it, but rather than continuing this topic, there's something more urgent Alhaitham needs to bring up. Once he's laying down on the bed, the scribe rolls to the side to look at Kaveh, his gaze and voice stern. ]

I don't understand the point of your apology. I haven't said that I don't want it. [ A pause. ] Well, I haven't confirmed it either, so maybe your concerns are valid to some extent. I want to make love to you and it's not to make you feel better.