[ He doesn’t want to break the languid haze Sylvain is in, or the beautiful soft ease of this. But it’s the calmest the other has been, and doesn’t Basch want him to understand? ]

You are mine, which means no one else may touch you without my permission — or yours. You live here. You are obligated to see to my sexual needs, and I am obligated to see to the rest of yours. If you try to flee you will legally be returned to me. Or if someone were to try to kidnap you. But you’re free to move about the island without me.

It’s…not unlike being a royal wife in some respects. The island is freer than the mainland, and the magic here brings out desire, but you are not obligated to do anything you don’t want.