[ Basch clasps the other's face gently, eyes sad. ] I have always been miserable at grasping the importance of titles and rank [ he jests in full truth. ] Though I've certainly watched the pressures hurt many I've cared about. It is an isolating to carry.

[ But the way Sylvain searches him and finds what he's looking for softens Basch's expression, as do his words. It spreads warmth in him, and pride, and something else. Disbelief, acceptance. ]

I'm that much more honored you took a chance on seeing me again when we first met, little fox. And I have no interest in leashing you. I like exactly who you are, and I like seeing you happy, regardless if I am the cause.

[ It feels important to confirm that. He doesn't want this word to become a weight instead of the joy that it is. ]