“I think you've received better gifts from someone making his interest known,” Sovele spoke, making it clear that Matthias Yardell was now on his radar. What that meant exactly could go a few different ways. Sovele was not known for his predictability, especially when it came to Basren.<br/><br/>“If you are so adamant, I will procure them for you until your interest fades,” he decided, taking well to the attention Basren showered him with. The young man was well tuned in to his moods, and often he provided a balm to his rank temperament, and occasionally, an outlet.<br/><br/>“The food isn't going anywhere..” That was one certain that always remained the same within Sovele's household, and mood was shifting with the way Basren was leaning into him. There were only so many things Sovele wanted when he'd asked Basren to share a private meal with him alone in his chambers. An even greater hint was when the servants left hastily after the food had been offered. Sovele pulled him into his lap, arms providing him support as he sought to deepen the kisses. If Basren was going to tease him, he was going to take from him what he had to offer. It didn't go unnoticed that the statue of the man's father was there, rather it was something Sovele silently would take a delight in, knowing he was about to fuck the man's son over that table.<br/><br/>Sovele started with the buttons on Basren's vest, careful to send him away in the same condition that he arrived in, after all, he needed no more grief from his wife if she were to have more definitive evidence.<br/><br/>“I trust your studies have been going well,” Sovele went on, his actions betraying anything fatherly about his words, especially as he continued to undress his charge. His body was starting to show interest, but it was not uncommon that he needed help in that department. Age and desensitization made certain lower extremities less functional, provided some disconnect with body and mind. It was why he didn't usually mind taking his time to undress Basren.