[ Basch would normally make a thousand excuses why the other person was not interested, that he was reading it wrong, but right now, he watches that gaze move, and there is no doubt in his mind that his advance is welcome. ]

I'd like to pin you to a wall or bend you over a counter and make you yell so prettily that no one doubts I've satisfied you.

[ That he says it so evenly, without a stammer or a blush, should tell him something is off, but it doesn't, and he feels the heat of his own interest rising with the admission of it. ]