[ Sylvain just starts laughing, not bothering to muffle the sound against Basch's shoulder, despite the kisses he's still trailing there along the warm skin. ]

Ahh, he's on to you, Olivine. There'll be no wiggling out of this for you now. Literally or figuratively.

[ He lingers a moment to press one more kiss, lips curving into a fond smile before he shifts, tugging Basch onto his back and dragging Olivine with him, until the priest is sprawled between them, stretched out along the line of Basch's firm body while Sylvain props himself up over them both with a smirk and a knowing look in his eyes. ]

I'm sure we can think of a way to improvise something, either way. What do you think, Basch?