[ HIs gaze drifts over the sight of that flush and he can't help but grin at it. He reaches up, brushing his fingers over one heated cheek. Goddess, he hoped Basch never got over that. He loved the sight of it far too much.

But that information still comes as a surprise to him and his eyes widen a little. ]

I don't think there's any way that could be considered "simple". That's amazing, Basch! What would you want to make?