When he says that to Taylor, it generally means he's at a loss. He wants what comes, wants more, and cannot articulate more than that. It might be different for Delta, but it can't be that different.

Not with the look reflected in the green of his eyes. Locus's expression eases, warms in turn, before catching the corner of Delta's mouth in a kiss.

"Spread your legs a little more for me. There's something I want to show you," he rumbles, and when Delta obliges him, he slips those finger deeper and curls. He knows where that little bundle of nerves rests, it's just a matter of lighting it up, and watching Delta feel all of it in the process.

Little pieces of what's to come, to prepare him for the whole.