[ Basch is observant enough to put some of this together; no acknowledgement of his praise and promises, but no rejection either.

Instead he chuckles as Sylvain clings to him, enjoying how intense this was. ] Did I do alright? Do you want me to take you again?

[ He leans in close, cradling the other, his hand scooping down to caress the other's sack, lips nearly on his ear. ] This is always your choice. You say the word and it's yours. You say the word and it stops. Always. That's a promise, too.