[ Basch may not be good at people, but over the last few months, he's gotten good at Sylvain. And he knows defending himself is just going to make the other doubt him more.

Basch steps forward, pushing Sylvain against the wall of the alcove around the door. He cages him with one arm, the other sliding from his back to his side, and kisses him, hard. ]

I want you to show me your room, little fox [ he breathes in Sylvain's ear, hoping the stern tone and gentle pet name will put Sylvain in a place of listening and trusting, before going for another kiss. ] And then I want you to picture me in it when I'm not there, and come find me as often as you like.

[ He draws back just enough to look Sylvain in the eye. ] I've never been dishonest with you, and I'm not starting today.