Lio freezes as that hand lands on his shoulder, glancing back at Galo. He's clearly displeased by it, but he lowers his hand. Not here? Why not, Galo? There is so much flammable stuff here, and fuck Galo, it wants to burn.

But fine. He does turn to Galo, arms crossed over his chest, looking slightly less intimidating than he intends to in Galo's oversized coat and nothing else. "I told you, the ice just caught me off-guard. I could melt the whole rink in three seconds. I'm just distracted by..."

Lio's eyes widen. "Yeah. That's it exactly." He steps in closer, like now that he's spoken it, it's even harder to resist.