[There is a drop of something in Kaveh's response there which has Alhaitham pausing, though try as he might he can't figure out exactly what it is that has Kaveh being like this now. Even now his senior continues to be needly complicated and endlessly frustrating.

He huffs then, and goes to dump the book onto the coffee table to deal with later—be it to throw it away or do something else with it.] You know that I am not inherently against fiction. It is simply ones such as these that are utterly nonsensical to me.

[What does a story about human and dragon intercourse achieve anyway? In the first place, such things are wholly impossible—at least in Teyvat.]