[...there was a great deal wrong with what Kalim had just said, so much wrong, so many wrong things, a mountain of wrong things. Jamil didn't even know where to begin with Kalim's ocean of wrong things that he had just said.]

Of course. Did you really think I would come out into the middle of the desert with you if I couldn't think of a way for us to dance together?

[All of this was said with the airy self confidence of a boy who didn't accidentally reveal that he might have maybe kind of wanted to possibly dance with Kalim and explicitly went out into the middle of nowhere with him just to maybe be alone with him for a while, and also with the breezy self confidence of a boy who wasn't turning away to find more sticks to use as 'swords' so Kalim couldn't see the ever so slight blush which may or may not exist on his face. But Jamil could feel it. Even if he wasn't actually flushed, he could feel himself wanting to blush, and Schrodinger's Blush was worse than actually knowing he was blushing.

So, instead, a distraction.]

If this is a replica of a tomb, how much do you think they took the time to copy?