[his thumbs stroke Basch's cheek, expression changing very little as he explains. it's more or less what he would have expected—worrying over truly harming him or some such. silly, really, but he does understand.]

You don't need to be frightened. Not with me.

[he can handle anything the other wants, he's sure of it. Basch would never really harm him. and that little bite only goes to show, the scrape of canines against his skin breaking just enough to raise little red marks.

it makes him lean in more, until he's actually able to press against the taller man some.]

People don't usually come here, but... we should probably try to get somewhere a little more secure, if we can.

[not just if Basch can, honestly. they're working against both of their libidos now, and it's not likely to end well.]