It's a nice thought. Jamil tilts his head back and lets himself imagine it for a moment--being some Asim business contact, in their service only as a formality, free to go wherever he wants. He doesn't entertain it for long. Even supposing the rest of Kalim's family could be convinced to just let one of their bespoke personal retainers fly the coop--supposing the rest of his own family could handle the news without dying of shock--something about the idea feels so incomplete that he can't fathom it ever materializing. Like it's missing something fundamental. It just... wouldn't work.

So. A nice thought is all it is.

"You can't do all that just for me." Despite his words, Jamil's tone is matter-of-fact, rather than chiding. "I'm just your servant, Kalim. It would disrupt too much to ever be worth it. And don't say you don't care, that still matters regardless of how much you don't want it to."