Lio allows himself a smirk at that response. "If you say so." Galo is still being Galo, as he has come to know the other man, so that's something reassuring somehow. The smirk falls away when he finds himself tucked up against Galo's side with that arm around him.

Oh. This is warmer. It's also not really their usual, at all, but it's not unpleasant. At all. Lio tries to focus on the skating, nodding. "Right first," he echoes. He's got it.

Or well, he'd have it if he weren't distracted by the proximity, by being unsure what to do with his own hands and slipping one arm around Galo's back, gripping at his jacket and trying to pretend his grip doesn't want to drop lower.