Nico was kind of getting used to Lyle dragging him around the place like a puppy dog. He had done it enough over the last few days, after all. He stood peering up at the other man expectantly once he was settled, listening to what he had to say and, once Lyle had shifted to rest his forehead against his shoulder, removing his hands from his grasp so that he could rest them instead upon his hips.
"There's a simple solution to that," Nico replied, his tone like he held the key to the universe itself. And then he lowered his voice, as though telling some well-kept secret, and whispered, "Don't." He smirked a little then pressed a kiss against Lyle's temple.