[ Basch's eyes close, and he just lets himself get lost in the warmth of lips on his, the hand around his waist, the feeling deep in his belly. Balthier had been on about this, just being in the moment and in the body and turning off that damn head, and Basch had always thought he was talking more to himself, but this, he thinks, is what the other meant. And he'd been right.

Sylvain pulls back -- only after teasing wonderfully -- and Basch has the urge to cradle his face, like he could touch the brightness and warmth coming off it. He's relieved to be diverted and led, because he doesn't know what to do with this feeling. ]

This whole place is odd choices. They have not steered me poorly tonight, though. [ He squeezes Sylvain's hand. ] Let's see where it leads.