"It is as Kalim says," Lilia brings his hand up, touch both gentle and rough as he settles it against Jamil's shoulder, to push him back further into the room. "I made the suggestion first. I can handle tea just fine. You need to sit and listen. Both of you." The little demand is made, placed on their heads. His tone is almost... threatening? As is that smile of his.

"He may be your responsibility, but I believe, if you pay enough attention, it's clear you're also his, in a way. You're friends after all." Vague and strange as usual. "I'll return momentarily. Sit. Talk."

And, he's closing the door before either can argue.