[breathless, boneless, he needs a moment to try and parse which promise he's asking about. Even then, he's not entirely sure he has it right... but it doesn't matter too much.]

Haah... to be bred...? I wouldn't mind at all. [another shift, fingers curling where they're held fast. Add Basch lays out his intentions, he bites his lip.] I definitely... want that. I didn't say... how I'd swallow all of it up... after all.

[Really, sometimes even he wonders about where he gets some of his thoughts. They're no less exciting for that wonder, though.]