Mm. I would like that too. It's—it was hard to think about keeping quiet when you were touching me before.

[of course, that had had the added bonus of being out here where he didn't have to be—but he still remembers the clarity of his voice echoing off the walls.

His blush deepens as he thinks about it again, and as Basch speaks. Did his mind wander to somewhere completely different at that suggestion? Yes, for a moment at least.]

That's true... I wish I didn't have to be quiet, though.