He watches as Enver's eyes move fluidly to the fire, catches the flames dance in the reflection before they're back on him. The hesitation is confusing, the lack of understanding at why the other man seems to need a moment to consider. As though there's a reason to not want the fabric slipped from his frame as a precursor to something that feels good. Chasing that has become his favourite want and, in a reality where he's governed by his need, it makes it all the more attractive.

Enver's pause gives him pause too, a moment where a pinch of that confusion tugs at his features and he waits a beat more as though unspooling extra rope to create some slack. A space in which Enver can decide if he really means that nod.

Without protest, he satisfies that thought to wait just a breath longer, eyes not leaving the other man's face as he starts to pull. The fabric starts to slide almost immediately, the folds of the robe getting looser as the tension evaporates. He's still watching Enver's expression as each side falls away, creating a strip of nakedness right down the middle.

"Is there something you wish to tell me?"

Finally a question, a query as to what the hesitation had been about. It prevents him from going much further as he dips his head as though trying to keep the man's eye contact if he thinks about letting it drop away again.