[ he laughs again, at himself, at how much more comfortable he is. ] I often lose track of any sense of what I want, besides wanting to please you. But -- I think that's why I think of the vines so fondly. I know you enjoyed it, and I did too.

[ The ideas help and he listens thoughtfully, his hum turning to a surprised moan when Olivine adds the detail about his undergarments. ]

I -- would enjoy that. The surprise, and pinning you with the vines so you had something to struggle against, telling you to wait but teasing you to not want to. [ that's a game he understands. ]

I would get you the rest of the way stripped, compliment how pretty you are in your piercings and your lace. Touch you lightly -- not enough. And...ask you what you'd do for me, so that I could reward you with stripping too.

[ He doesn't think that's much of a reward -- but Olivine suggested it was something he'd want, so it must hold some value. ]

Maybe a game. See if you could resist getting hard, or stay silent, while I touched you. Or maybe make you watch me while I stripped. Tell you not to get excited or flushed. [ Was that too close to shame for his desire? Basch isn't sure. It's...so good they're talking through these hypotheticals, honestly. It's easier for him to take risks. ]