[ Sylvain's laugh pulls Basch's in turn. Or maybe it's just easy to laugh with how light he feels. He knows that this conversation -- both components of it -- could have gone much worse. ]

Not faking. Just...I didn't know how much was this place's influence.

[ He thinks now, very little.

And turns a darker shade of red, as he returns that fond kiss before admitting ] When it happened then, even in that haze, I was wishing it was me touching you. I suppose it grew from there. I -- feeling so much of you at once was certainly an experience I enjoyed.

[ And that image of ecstasy, while Sylvain clamped around every piece of him, would live dearly in his memory. ]