[something in the shampoo. Olivine's lips press together as he considers it—he hadn't smelled anything strange, still doesn't, but... it's not an unreasonable leap of logic.

well.

it's not an unreasonable leap of logic when you're from a place where essence can be stirred by just about anything, and it usually ends in an awful lot of arousal.]

It's alright, Kaveh.

[honestly, Olivine is... both at ease and bothered by this. not by Kaveh's reaction (or the tenting of his towel, which he definitely can't not notice when he's worrying over the other man), but by this place's evident insistence for pushing them to places they wouldn't normally go. for a moment he considers whether to mention it at all.

first though, he finds the bottle to sniff it, to confirm one suspicion before he says anything at all.]

Mm... I don't smell anything, so... [resting a hand on his cheek for a moment, he shakes his head.] It's possible that it's formulated to react to a person's skin to create a pheromonal effect. There are some plants in the Wood Territory that have similar properties... I don't think it's harmful, at least.

[... he can't just leave Kaveh to realise later, though. it wouldn't be like him, and he has some passing concern that there's some lingering effect to the blond's essence—lifeblood, energy. whatever.]

I... don't mean to pry, but... would you like a little help with that? [his glance down is politely brief, if meaningful.] I'll leave it alone if you'd prefer, of course, but... I don't mind at all.

[which is a little weird to say, maybe, but just... his life has been weird for a while now.]