"Guests are technically supposed to leave gifts, at least where I come from," Laedo warns, but he turns around, chest facing the lip of the springs... and coincidentally facing a little more closely towards Meallan. Presenting his back to Evan gives the elemental some time to analyze the rather vague, thick golden stripes that run from Laedo's spine out over his torso... and indeed, the iridescent parts he was wondering about are only obfuscated now by the sloshing of water around them. He's a little more pink around the backside than across the parts of his torso not gold, but that could be from sitting on the ledge of the pool. Just like the rest of his body, at least, Laedo's back and behind are as sculpted as anyone could ask for. The depth of the pool allows him to jut out, giving Evan a little bit of leaning over to do if he wants to reach the man's shoulders.

That done, he turns his attention back to Meallan and brings a hand up, takes some hair, pulls him in close. Too much taunting from him; Laedo's more than certain that he's had enough cues for this to at least be passable behaviour, so he gives Meallan a lingering kiss as well. He likes taking charge of the moment, and though he supposes it isn't entirely his place, he still borrows Meallan's hand--the one that had been so helpful at his back--and guides it down his stomach.

Of course, under water the golden hairs Meallan will encounter are less of a gently curly fluff, but the heat of the pool isn't entirely to blame for the half-chub the both of them have foisted on him. When he pulls back, Laedo's grin is--he hopes--infectious.