[ The quick smile that curves against his skin should tell Basch all he needs to know about how much Sylvain likes that answer, that it's not a disappointment at all.

He pulls back, giving a light tug on the leash he holds, stepping back - if a bit reluctant to relinquish the way he'd had him pinned against the wall, but there was only so much he could do in that position. There were other things he wanted to try. ]

Good. Let me see you on your knees for me, Basch. You already look so good in the leash and collar, I want to enjoy the entire picture of it.