Oh. OH he likes that, the way Galo says mine and means it. He likes the pressure of those claws too, the slight prick of pain. Good. More of that. More of everything. He's entirely ready to dive straight into him, right up until the point that Galo freezes.

Lio blinks at him, uncomprehending for a moment before. Oh. Right.

He looks back guiltily at the eggs, even as he runs his hands up into Galo's hair. "They're eggs. They can't see anything."

Though he takes a moment to picture it, and-- "But they might be able to hear." And Galo probably has the right idea. So he ducks his head to press a kiss through Galo's hair. "All right. Hot springs, after a nap."

He can be at least that patient. Probably.