[The first thought he has as Basch explains why he thinks he should go is who cares? But he doesn't want to seem blase or reckless, much less make Basch feel foolish, so he bites the words back even as the suggestion sinks in bone deep, kindling the need already burning there.]

Basch.

[He can hear that question, and it means a few things. One, that his need runs just as deep as Olivine's, and two, that he trusts the priest to make this decision and, by extension, trusts himself to not go too far—not beyond his promise, anyway. He doesn't think Basch would hesitate to stop if he actually sounded scared, either.

So he steps forward again, an answer as much as the words he's about to say, as the way his hands rise to cradle his wild wolf's face.]

Any way you want me, I want too. You can already smell how much I do, can't you? It makes me so happy that you want to do so much.