[Peter laughs again, shaking a little with mirth. The vibration travels through the web slightly. He's moved away just enough to not lean into Leo.

Peter ghosts his fingers along Leo's leg. Warm fingertips settling at the turtle's knee. He lazily draws circles against the knee with his fingertips. His hand draws back upwards, ghosting against Leo's lower plates.]

I'll see what I can do about that. Didn't think you'd want silk-satin sheets.

[He leans in to press a kiss against Leo's chin.]

I usually have cotton sheets on my bed. [An easy teasing implication.] Think you'd want to test those out with me?