If Ravi spends any time peeking over the edge of his book at Diego, it's because he's concerned about whether or not Diego will fall off the ladder. No other reason. Ravi has never done anything inappropriate in his life.

His face remains carefully impassive as Diego makes his way over to him, and Ravi leans forward to pour Diego a cup from the antique green teapot that is one of his favourite possessions. He stirs a bit of honey in it with a spoon, and straightens up to hand the cup and saucer to Diego, all the while careful to keep his eyes strictly above collarbone-level.

Ravi can't maintain his stern expression as he listens to Diego's sad-sounding endearments, though. "You're only saying that because you're currently weak and defenseless."