[ He tips his head to the side slightly, considering those words. The meaning lurking behind them, because there was so much he could see flickering in the man's gaze. Trying to unravel him was a puzzle, but Sylvain had always been fond of those. ]

Not having second thoughts, then?

[ He murmurs the words as a low question a moment before he leans in. That hand slides to the nape of Basch's neck, drawing him in closer, even as he captures his lips in a slow, teasing kiss. Taking his time, because he can sense that urge to flee back to where it's safe. The last thing he wants is to give that fear cause, so he moves with deliberation, lets Basch see what he's doing and what's coming. ]

Or maybe that's third, fourth, and fifth thoughts by now? It has been a very busy night, after all. But you still followed. I don't intent to let you regret that choice.