[ Sylvain pauses to blink at the back of Basch's head a moment at that abrupt switch before huffing out a breath in amused exasperation. And playfully thwapping him upside the head. ]

Basch. Please. What ever gave you the impression either of us were unsatisfied? Or that we wanted to be anywhere else other than here at the moment? [ He bends his head, kissing along the back of Basch's shoulder, even as his gaze flicks to meet Olivine's over his shoulder, one eyebrow arched slightly. ] I, for one, am perfectly comfortable here. Although if you wanna hold Olivine still for me while I make sure he gets a little more worn out, I certainly wouldn't object to that, either.