[ Despite the ache of embarrassment, Kaveh finds a soft laugh lifting to his own lips in response to Olivine's own— especially once the other guides him to lean against the wall, sinks to his knees in a way that makes it very evident what he plans to do. ]

It seems like we're even more alike than I gave us credit for, before.

[ Kaveh smiles, reaching to gently thread fingers into the other's hair, neither demanding or even seeking more— just touching, letting himself relax into the idea of this happening. His towel is lost to that mischievous smile, and against all odds he finds himself relaxing. ]

This would have been my answer, too, if the roles were reversed.