[Maybe it's the books he reads, maybe it's good turtle sense, but Leonardo thinks it's a good idea to be polite to the dragons in town. Seems a pretty safe bet, but even if Temeraire wasn't so imposing, Leo respects him for who he is and what he's done.]

I – guess you know about us. [Makes sense. Leo himself was quicker to open up to nonhumans; he should've figured that one of his more social relatives would get there first.] I wish we could help. I mean, all I know is the mom leaves them buried in the sand somewhere, and a while later they hatch and head out to the water. But we're not sea turtles, and these eggs are – kind of different.

[A pleasantly surprised smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he's offered tea. Splinter preferred Japanese brew, but with Chinatown right above them, pu-erh was often among his selection. In a practiced movement, he kneels comfortably in the sand, because that's how you have tea with polite company.] Yeah, that would be nice. Thanks.