[ Basch crosses to the table, slowly inspecting the tools and toys there, some only there to make ominous noises as he sets them down, others for his actual tastes. When he looks back, his prisoner is watching him, and that makes his lips curl. ]

You don't even know how good of an afternoon you're going to have, hmm?

[ He closes the space between them then, roughly taking Sylvain's chin so he has to look at Basch. ]

The stubborn ones always crave submission.