[ He can't help but give him a Look. ]

Do you really think I'm gonna fall asleep while you're actually— seriously, Alhaitham, how poorly do you think of me??

[ But the irritation is little more than a blip, Kaveh bumping his nose right back against the scribe's, a hint of a smile forming anew on his lips even though he's just been complaining. ]

I won't fall asleep, not until after. Promise.