There was enough of a pause there that Caleb couldn't really tell of Caduceus' last reassurance was part of the statement before or if he had jumped a little further back in the conversation. It could have gone either way. At the moment, it was only Caduceus there with him. He didn't have to pull him aside into some secret part of the Tower that only he knew about. They didn't have to sneak off away from the rest of the party. Anything that happened between the two of them in here would stay between the two of them. For better or worse. But, at the same time, Yasha had enough to worry about with being separated from Beau and Caduceus was also the only one there to help lighten the load for him. Caleb felt like he'd done so much already that it would be incredibly selfish of him to ask for any more. And yet...
Caleb drew his hands up to Caduceus' chest again, taking a little more time to feel his way over it on the way to his shoulders. With the advantage of the water, the difference in height between them wasn't quite as severe. But it was enough that, when he wrapped his arms around Caduceus' shoulders and pulled himself into him, he was still able to press his face against the other man's chest. It also pressed the rest of their bodies together too, though, and Caleb was trying not to think too much about that. Instead, he focused on his own hands, still moving over Caduceus' shoulders and up the back of his neck into his hair. He brushed his fingers over the short pink fuzz on the side of his head, twisting his fingers in the longer strands, but was mostly just enjoying all the variation of texture. He hadn't had a lot of opportunities to indulge in it, but Caleb was a very tactile person.
He didn't want to leave the spring, and he really saw no reason why they ought to. But he probably also couldn't stay in a Caleb-shaped puddle on Caduceus' chest for much longer without first getting out. "Close your eyes for a second," he said, pulling back enough to slide a hand over Caduceus' eyes. "I've never tried this from inside the Tower before." He closed his eyes as well and imagined a stack of cushions and blankets in a clearing along the far wall, with bioluminescent beetles and fireflies scurrying along the branches that hung over it. When he opened his eyes again - and moved his hand from Caduceus' face - it was there, just as he'd pictured it. He smirked softly, nodded, and softly broke away to start trying to climb out of the spring. "What I would like," he said, sitting up on the edge of the spring. "Is tea. And more of you."