Ky doesn't notice him avoiding his gaze, focused on the task of plucking petals from Potemkin's shoulders. His fingers move lightly along the cloth, though he can't help the occasional tug when a flower is particularly stubborn. There are a couple rather close to Potemkin's collar as well — hopefully, the other man won't mind the briefest brush of fingers against his neck as he tidies up that area as well.

It is, by far, not Ky's intention to be so teasing. He's rather oblivious to his actions.

"It's almost a shame to remove these, to be honest," Ky says in a low, gentle voice. It's a tone he typically reserves for those close to him. "They suit you very well."