You took good care of me [ Basch counters, firm but with no bite, sighing contentedly as Sylvain sidles comfortably behind him and Olivine wriggles down in front of him. This is...indulgence he cannot even process, somehow more taboo than their time at the stocks, but he's too tired to listen to his own protests. ]

And it was new for you, wasn't it? [ He brushes Olivine's hair back, eyes soft, not pushing any farther than that, but...given what he knows of Olivine, he suspects. At the very least being guided to fuck another man, but, well, it would be rude to push him to disclose if he's feeling shy. He tilts his chin up, kissing the other gently.

And then chuckles, shifting comfortably between them both. ] I am old and dazed and all of me is sore, and I have no complaints for it.

[ Or for the way the two of them care for him, covering his nakedness and checking how he is. He wants them both to feel just as cherished. ]